Shedding
The ewe delivers afterbirth and
licks her lambs who wobble
for colostrum
I bleed with the moon
tucked into a hay bale
the moon is tucked
behind a winter hailstorm
mama sticks her head out
for a scratch
behind the ears
we are two animals
both shedding
what we can not hold
so we hold each other
here
where the too muchness
is not a choice
but an obligation
where I cry to the lambs
and we all make it
to spring
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