Flumes Vol. 2 Issue 2 Winter 2017 | Page 33

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On some morning

after the last turn

in your sleep

you may hear a

whinny or a nicker

and not know

if his spirit

visits.

And all the longing

for him

divines into this unguarded

moment

or in the stillness

of a snowscape

a moon set

will throw a shadow

and that shadow

will be a horse.

And should you run

out to the new snow

and find it

hoof pocked

it is

all because

their living

and their passing

pressed so deeply

on your mind

and in your soul.

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Wild Horse, Dayton, Nevada