Poetry by Andrew Demcak, Photo by Mitch Miller

Sheep in Fog

for Heath and Jake


the denim sky

cotton upon cotton

with a necessary smearing of blood


the dolorous hooves

like a heaviness

of heart

your shotgun resting on top of


all morning

nothing has been left out


you are a clenched fist by my sure flank

you melt beneath my holding

o slow horse


crossing a rock-strewn psyche


the flowing field of my body

the line

that you cross

with your white disappointment

hearing the peal of rusty bells


of others who regard us

with the caught

stillness of fish

trapped in spring puddles


who threaten us thoroughly

like fathers

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