Straw Bale
bale in the pasture,
awaiting cattle,
and the winter snows,
precious food,
stored in open sight,
cattle dance and kick their way,
to the bales of hay,
left in the field,
on this summer day.
Douglas Polk
poetry and art by Douglas Polk. Art is politics . . .written, verbal and visual . . . .involving power, influence and conflict. Douglas Polk
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