Orestes
Yet,
the last moment, before the animals returned to
the village, you remember? — she let an agonizing
moo to the edge of the horizon, so agonizing that
all birds, branches, goats, sparrows, horses and
farmers scattered away, leaving it behind, alone in
bare circle from which the spiral of constellations
rose high up into the space until the cow ascented too;
no, no, I think I discerned it in the darkness among
the herd, climbing the brushy path, silent, obedient
cow going to the village at the time when they lighted
the oil lamps in the courtyards, behind the trees.
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