I am a mustang seated
in the stands
of a horse show
Or an old stray
at a dog show
smelling the slack leashes
My dna stirs to
my creed’s core
I feel here what
I couldn’t grasp
I am a wild plant
stunted and fazed
by a lattice covered
with angels of roses
Or I am Absalom’s ghost –
an unsensed, ebbing
essence – jealous only
for my father’s tears
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Posted August 19, 2008. A Read Write poem.
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