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  • Inspired by jaga n.a. argentum's Modern Mankind

  • I.

    Just after dawn as I crested the hill that slopes down to the dark sinewy river

    A mist pushed up

    like the last dream

  • And right on cue out stepped a white horse.

    I stopped the car. Just like that in the middle of the road.

    To stare back

    until headlights hurried me away.

    I was haunted all day not by the horse

    but by my own leaving.

  • Of course I know it meant nothing

    Just a horse in a field at the edge of morning mist.

  • II.

    At dusk I stepped from the house

    just as a lone goose passed overhead

    honking and honking and honking

    --such a clatter--

    flapping its wings hard as it headed

    north

    through the last long light.

    I watched until the tall

    blazing maples shielded its view.

    I listened until the shaking of leaves

    muffled its call.

  • Was it lost? Left behind? Sick?

    Was it searching searching searching for its mate downed by a hunter's cool gun?

    Or did it fly off in a flap

    flip off the rest of the perfect

    formation?

    Was it not ready

    to leave the empty north spaces?

    Was it listening to the wild beating of its own sure heart?

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