I saw a cow
Six or seven months in calf
Sold for seventeen-hundred guineas
I borrowed a book
Writing Poetry
By Doris Corti
With an introduction
Which I mistook
For being about me
Galvanised railings
Concrete slabs
For our seats
The auctioneers rattle
Repeats and repeats
I fear I face untold deceit
Sadness
On reflection
Surefooted the sun shone
On through
Valuers & Surveyor
Where I saw a cow
Six or seven months in calf
