A song conjures the infinity of pampas grass
Mike Andrelczykwatching fencers fencing in the tall grass
bees are bouncing in the lavender
two fence-leaning cowboys share a licorice
they are standing still to the right of the field
even though they are actually gliding along a precarious precipice
somebody is whistling a song that no one here can seem to
place
text by Mike Andrelczyk
