I come here on cobalt blue days
to remember suzie− this
is the exact spot where her horse
took her that night, out into the glittering
reflection of the milky way
for one last midnight ride into
the next life− she used to say she
loved me, and she did,
but I always knew she loved that damned horse
more− I come here to vent my anger
and leave it here where she died,
then I go home empty and never stop loving
her− she washed up the next morning one
beach over, and all they found of her
horse was the paraphernalia she used to get up on it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lot of unfortunate people over the ages have rode that ugly horse... I understand.... a sadness driven passion...