april is poetry month #17

this strange apparatus of house

Walk backwards to the place where

the horses are turning toward you

an endless row of velvet napes

all waves and luminous browns

you had not known before that they

were watching taking flight before breakfast…

(contact me to hear the rest of poem–rebeccacookwriter@gmail.com)

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