having been face to face with swine, cheek against the glass
where Babe was on the other side, their heads
a similar size
close
as if for a blessing
that prolongs the wedding
the snout is a blossom.
A Collection of Semi-Precious Gems of Oink (because oinking seems honest enough already; here a pig, there a pig: everywhere some great forms of pig!)
Love the poem! --is it published in a book?
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