Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Horse Poetica Comments

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The one I rode in on. That mud-colored nag.
When he blinks his black eye bigger
than my fist, his eyelid's an upside-down
pocket. And the scrape, the spark of horseshoes
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Matthew Thorburn
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Matthew Thorburn

Matthew Thorburn

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