• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 02
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Emily Dickinson’s Cow

The day of antique values
when the wind shined more blue
Emily milked her own personal cow
wrote poems in her bedroom
of glistening words with sounds
on thick paper
got up with the sun of yellow dew
thinking of horses
how white her horse is
singing in the wind's bliss
giving us a poems kiss
being kind to all her friends
With her poems lighting the path's journey.