The ox pauses, one hoof in the air;
The girl leading him by a thin rope
(Which he could break in a second if he chose)
Has stopped and looks off into space
She hears something or has just, perhaps, interceped
A message meant for you but delivered
To her, nearly two centuries away
Just as the afternoon turns to evening
Near the sixty-sixth station of the Kisokaido Road.
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