Wright Inverted

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
They love each other. They bow shyly as wet swans.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.

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