Thursday, June 14, 2018

THE HORSES Comments

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After spending a night
among horses I remember the fresh

smell of ammonia and
melting snow, the green moon

over the green snow's crust, a rat
creaking in the hay room, how I shivered

in my overalls and wool cap toward
morning and how calmly the horses slept.
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Tua Birgitta Forsström
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