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Stuck in city this hot weekend, thought of this country, contrary, poem.

Cowspotting

He said that cows always faced
In the same direction.
As in Mecca? I asked, sarcastic.
As in a field, he corrected.
You just look in any field, he said.
The cows will all be facing
the same way.

We curved around
shallow hills spotted
with the honey brown shanks of still cattle.
Look, I said, that one’s
completely sideways.
An anomaly, he said.  The exception
that proves the rule.  There’s always one.

If he was someone who always had to be right,
I was someone who had to be righter.

For years afterwards,
even though I got to the country only occasionally,
I carefully checked the collective stance
of cows, never accepting a near unanimity of
moist soft snout.
Not even once.

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