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11/1, 2016, Now that my morning stroll is dark and cold (an impression while walking)

Posted on: November 1, 2016

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11/1, 2016
Now that my morning stroll is dark and cold
The crickets don’t fiddle and the birds don’t sing
It is quiet, but for the plodding metronome of my own steps
Until I see the silhouette of a horse’s head
I stop to look at her
Artfully formed by cracks in blacktop
She is bridled and has a flowing mane
I reach for my device to lasso her likeness
A car comes around the corner
I’m standing in the middle of the street, like a cat burglar, wearing all black, and have to move
Going back to the spot I thought she was
She has vanished
Not to be found
Galloped away like a wish in the breeze

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IMPRESSIONS WHILE WALKING
Taking walks, noticing the world around me, and writing down what I see
https://singbookswithemily.wordpress.com/2016/09/03/impressions-while-walking/

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