jupitersterrain four

2pm 

Bo Peep Hill by Veronica Van Eijk 


bromegrass timothy couch and creeping red fescue 

birdsfoot grosswort hawksbit and trefoil 

trampled and crushed underfoot with equal distain 

as wearily over the brow of bo peep hill i toil 


stop to rest and defecate 

add more methane to the atmosphere 

swallow the cud bring up another to chew 

tail swishing  flies away tongue flicking up a nostril musing 


I've never seen friesland although i am a fresian 

below the farmhouse tucked in the crease of hills 

unchanged though the time i have known it 

people come and go one sitting making images of me 

ruminating on the meaning of these things reflecting 

through the eye of this beholder