The Horseshoe Shrine - Poem by Arun Kolatkar
That nick in the rock
is really a kick in the side of the hill.
It's where a hoof
like a thunderbolt
with the bride sidesaddle behind him on the blue
jumped across the valley
and the three
went on from there like one
fleeing from flint.
To a home that waited
on the other side of the hill like a hay
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