Poems from a Friend - Horse Travel Through the Blues
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Horse Travel Through the Blues
My blue gaze rides
toward
her breast
like dusk
moves
between mountains:
deeper,
wetter,
greener,
coller,
roaming and
loping
with heavy melancholia.
This
is
the nature
of horse travel through the blues,
stepping through rivers,
noting the shorelines
flowered
and
hung,
bending in the saddle
to part blossom
from stem -
true and desperate acts
performed
at dusk
during a cool and
loveless
summer.