Poem 20150309

the goats barely seem interested
in their treats
maybe because they’re too busy
wondering about the difference
in walking partners
their level of interest
skyrockets once
the chickens show up for crumbs
maybe it’s the time change
but the morning turned out colder
than i thought it would
with low, heavy clouds
still pretending that the sun
won’t break through later
if it parted the clouds now
like some old testament pillar of fire
the sun would bake us
and you would have to take off
your sweater when we walk back
and the goats would run for shade