The little goats like my mouth and fingers,
and one stands up against the wire fence, and taps on the fence board
a hoof made blacker by the dirt of the field.
I discovered Pescadero and Mark Doty in The New Yorker. The magazine recently launched a new feature on Twitter, a poem a day from their archives. Check it out at @tnypoetry.
Yes. I know my formatting was messed up on yesterday’s poem-—the trials of trying to post from a smart phone. It’s fixed now.