Bathing in the Creek

The female llamas make sucking
noises as they drink.

They bat their tails sideways.
As they bed down, the creek’s waves

roll over their coats in laps.
They moisten their necks on the rocks

and rub their wool clean.
The males press their chests

into fence wire.
An oak tree shades them,

its taut leaves balanced in the wind.
A single tug and the acorns drop.


Daniel Lassell grew up on a llama and alpaca farm in Kentucky. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Post Road Magazine, Hotel Amerika, Frontier Poetry, The American Journal of Poetry, and Yemassee. Read more of his work and see other accolades at www.daniel-lassell.com.

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