I

The herd was slipping down the green glass hill.
Twenty heifers and a bull.

A force in the sky
switched the lights off and on
to the accompaniment of a new
kind of weather, not snow, not sleet,
but the cold slanted down.
                                                  Although
it was Spring it was treacherous
for the heifers and the bull - they were glad
when the sky was swept clear.

Down and up, down and up.
The green glassy hills were their waves,
their pepper-and-salted sea.


II

Someone or something was driving
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