Itwas mostly sky there, flat farmland fields, low old houses...

It
was mostly sky there, flat farmland fields, low old houses made of stone, cows,
rows of alfalfa, a bull in the mud with an anvil head and watchful eyes. A
Clydesdale stomped on the farm nextdoor and reminded me of my wish to ride a
centaur. A miscommunication at the bar with the secret door in the bushes along
the path and instead of bringing the check, the bartender brought two more
beers. The beers were strong and made two towns away. At the end of a driveway on a
long flat road, a vending machine sold strawberries only. One cow had stitches
up her middle like a big blinking eye. And when it blinks open? We’re half
beast or more.