Cracked clay on the warm concrete
Sweat drips from the hammer
The clay moves to a bucket
The bucket holds water and clay
Slowly it becomes just clay
Walk on stones back to your house
Your clay swung around your arm
Roll it into a cylinder
Make the legs
Then the body, the ears
Mouth
Eyes
Score his body and put him together
Bring him to the fire
Wait.
.
.
.
Now he’s done
Only grazing at your desk
He lives in your room
Watching you grow
Everchanging
a piece of pottery
He’s always there
Right up until he’s knocked off
Ears break
Tails snap
Tears fall
And our cow goes back to the warm concrete
To be broken again