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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
    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
    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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