Not the least of your many concerns would be to
plot out what you’d been given to plot out,
familiarize yourself with the nomenclature,
identify the various breeds of cattle
without being too aware of the count.
From time to time you felt that you had gained little.
And perhaps, indeed, you had. But who is to say?
Suppose the space you’d passed through had gained you.
In that case it would scarcely matter that you had
spent several whiles searching, only to find that,
like a fruit in a color-by-numbers,
a part of your life had already been filled in,
either by yourself or by a younger sibling
who wished to be in there next to the cow.
There, at least, maybe you both had the right to be.
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