My father
told me of rocks
that
swallowed horses whole
in the time
when rocks
could
breathe.
And many
horses remember still
their ancestors
turned to stone.
They spook
with the inheritance of fear—
an ancient trepidation.
While, another
wisdom says:
horses spooked
on sight of
frozen rock,
were already
overwhelmed.
2 comments:
Hi, I posted this poem on the Best American Poetry blog because I love it! I hope that's OK. If not, email me.
http://blog.bestamericanpoetry.com/the_best_american_poetry/2012/04/napowrimo-poems-day-30-finish-line.html
Best,
Jennifer L. Knox
I am very honored. Thank you!!!
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