Finally visited Jason Nelson's Poem Cube last week. Improvised a poem for the Bridgewater Fair, which was an exciting day for Vaughn. Here's a slightly revised version of what I posted there.
At the Bridgewater Fair
Goats are lions
The quiet roads are Mia Farrow
When the clouds cattle over
We milk the day
Bees will chase us
My daughter my wife and me
Where there is no bridge
And the only water is rain
The sky pulled tight as Joan Rivers
Ah Connecticut decay
Bees sting our cattle hearts
We are the goats my daughter feeds
From her hands—to our quiet fair wells
The rain means a chance to milk
The wells we lion and chase ourselves through.
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