Life With Horace

poetry & essays

conversation with a horse

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it starts again where it left off
no steady stream of cogent thought
but snips of words implied
and whuffing breath upon my hair
a toss of eyes, soft nosing in my hand
fingered lips come for their gift
and stay to glean the remnant juice
I stand between them
under arching heads and necks
unafraid and shivering with joy
our steps retrace
an imprint starmap dance
away from stepping heavy hoof
and back, to look up
into eyes that hold infinity

for Pamela Moshimer Rickenbach, Mithra and Brian, and the horses of Blue Star Equitation.

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

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