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| Anne Bachelier, artist (with reflection by day) |
Daytripping
Woo the day.
Coat over a puddle
morose so she may cross
morose so she may cross
the strewn morass.
Your jacket pumiced
by day's dainty gait.
by day's dainty gait.
In the morn
she was a foal.
she was a foal.
Fresh as you were
brash to break her in.
Hastened to the task,
foaming at the mouth.
Saddled, she likens to
a lady sashaying
through streets,
through streets,
avenues, boulevards.
The sass of day
is everlasting.
is everlasting.
She may return a token,
a horseshoe in the grass.
~ LCMH
