Khaki Hills Poem by Steven Federle

Khaki Hills



khaki hills,
light-washed, bleached
summer clean,
slopes folded
oaken-green

as a horse, mad
in the morning mist,
gallops and kicks
at nothing.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: horse,summer
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
Close
Error Success