Down in the Paddock

He’s down in the paddock
between the stones
and the cow patties,
he’s not going anywhere.

Me,
I’m sitting,
with a coffee cup of grain,
beneath the tin roof of the veranda.

Rain’s coming down pretty hard now.

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