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Sunday, September 7, 2014

There were horses

There were horses 

There were horses meandering
in an emerald field far the bullets
there were horses
their velvet muzzles dripping
with sweet dew 
they were there
over the edge far beyond Dismal
meandering, beyond the locks
of spirit, beyond incarceration of
soul soar - 
they were 
right there 
in that newly
sancrosanct spot 
where now 
a single rose
proud and perfumed 
bearing witness 
bearing witness
to that time when
there were horses meandering