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Lilith.
Lilith.
Riding something higher.
Bucked off a goat?
Emotional Irony
Horses are my church.
A Short Rant.
One gray mare to another.
For my Grandfather Horse.
Freeing a voice.
Bittersweet September grass.
Six times his age.
Riders on the Sky
Pausing at Dusk
Canter out.
Superimposed instant
How to get from here to there.
A hand flattened to shade my brow, questioning the late-afternoon glare diced with shadow, not certain I should trust my wind-burnt eyes. How to make sense of a tropical memory skimming across this land-locked farm, are those pelicans on my prairie pond? They’re rare visitors floating with mallards and mergansers and Canada geese. The herons … Read more
…as she turns her ear to me.