The White Horse - Poem by Barbara Field
I see the diagonal of a halter on a white horse
Intersection in Nogales where cars are halted..
A girl reads a book on the storefront icon.
A mexican man holds the horse's reigns.
The brown halter surrounds the horse's mouth, it's head decked with a purple ribbon.
A horse painted near a building,
That translates into a piano keyboard, ebony and ivory.
Creamy yellow thrown on the canvas like a wall.
Echoing the idea of transparency, blending the quarter horse with half-closed eyes with
The realization of quarter notes as played on a piano.
The intersection of the horse and the piano in harmony.
Just a Nogales building wedged to play the keys like wooden boards to be a structure.
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