There we were,
burying a goddamn horse
all the clouds smashing
against a depthless sky
we waited in strained attentiveness
for the sound of a moon
to howl back at us
we knew this was
the distance we were
from kings
Brewers Mills 1971
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Thank you.
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Wow!
You killed me!
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I hope not! But thank you. 🙂
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Metaphorically speaking, I died when I read it. Excellent!
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🙂
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So powerful, Steven. I can hear the smashing clouds and howling moon.
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Thank you, Diana. A little morning imagery that wouldn’t go away.
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Very cool poem, a tough night for those burying a horse!
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lol, yes indeed. Thank you. 🙂
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This one packs a punch! (I’d love to know the back story; there is an entire lifetime behind this one scene.)
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Well, there was a dead horse….
Thanks so much for reading this. 🙂
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You’re welcoome, Steven. It’s an excellent poem.
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Thank you again, Liz.
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You’re most welcome!
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