there were some odd moments
when the pony ended.
not a snort of autumn leaves,
that would be too rusty:
it was more of a pirouette
that was shackled
by the steamed bit
of slipshod tempering.
a droll snort froze in the misty air.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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