The Fate of Aberdeens

bald field
combed
swamped prarie of yellow clover
shot through with a sediment of daisies.
gorse snaring the train,
a brush fire of wild lupins,
blossom bushes beating at windows.
let me in / let me out.
a clot of aberdeen angus in the buttercups
wool, horns, sulky faces
hair plaited by a tangle of dragonflies.
the train heaves time.
before the end of the summer
they will be gone.