Excellent a minute poem Highway by Bill Schott Minute Poetry Contest contest entry

Travelling another highway,   I park and say,   "Where are we now?   Look at that cow!     The horizon is so distant --   dream resistant;   can't ignore it --   near its orbit.     Our trip is finally over;   we smell clover;   drink our fine wine,   write one last line.

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