I smile when I think of the goats

I smile when I think of the goats.
I like how in the middle
of a conversation they lift
their tail and dump
their waste. Their opinion
on the subject of shit
is entirely neutral. “I sniff this
cinder block, I look at you
with Martian eye, I drop
these pellets on your lawn
or wherever
I happen to be standing.”
I like as well that they
have nothing
to do. If it’s hot,
they sit for hours
in the shade.
You can call them lazy
but to them you’re just
another goat
expelling pellets.

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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