By Richard Dey,
After a painting by Betsey MacDonald
Whether the cow has walked to stand
in the river or it has risen ‘round
the cow knee-deep, up to her udders,
is hard to say, not that it matters,
for the prize cow, brown with spots
wrinkled & white as sails on yachts,
stands in water as it stands on shore,
munching cord grass & marsh aster.
In sunlight on the flat, dark river,
she stands reflected as in a mirror,
her spots no longer shapeless or wide
on either side of her brown hide,
but images the very shapes
of what her body over-drapes
and all around her in the tide
stalk & slither, crawl & glide,
squeal & crackle: quahog, striper,
crabs hermit, horseshoe, blue & spider,
heron, sea-star, mussel, flatfish—
Now, brown cow, how outlandish!