What the Guilin Farmer Told Me
from Xingping, ChinaSlaughter mornings he walks the baby cows alone down to the river baby muscle peeking through skin like the swelling of chrysalis or some other animal endeavor toward capacity.Tiny horns tiny tree-buds little browning wrapped-up leaves as if upon creation every little creature was caressed.And the bamboo trees— the upshoots the sprawling brushes …