Horse Drawn
The sadness on the faces of the horses
that stand by the hedge separating
field from A - road, haunts my journey
and looms close in my sleep,
To stand all day and watch the world pass
is not enough to produce the soul deep sorrow that
grows between folds of skin
then spreads to take over the being,
Immovable pain hinting at what
is known, and at what we can only guess,
remains reflected in the rear view mirror.
N. Elder
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