Daguerreotype Dawn

The road lazed
to the left,
then
ever
so
slowly
to the right,
flowing silver-gray
like color-faded
memory
to reveal
a languid voyeurism
of black fences,
black cedars,
two copper-green fields
as the sun burnished the feathery grass
into blades of
jutting light
which the Black Angus cows
chewed
absentmindedly,
the dark heft of their
block-printed bodies
not unlike
iodine shadows
solidifying thickly
in the gold-chloride
gorgon glare
of Dawn.

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