Her gaze upsets stone fences
Sheep browse woods crosshatched with her
Script; puzzled bleating over leaf litter, nosing after swards they
Grazed before, well-drop, time-lapse, silver salt, sparged
Malt. Raise spirit from sweet, apply to bloodstream, then
Look again. She's astride one, soft stink of unwashed
Fleece, where did these merinos wander from? I was down
The hill and heard them, Caldwell's flock, or Baker's: She
Never left, and bade them stay