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Sport 17: Spring 1996
Virginia Fenton
Virginia Fenton
Anecdote of the Ghosts
A horse thinks of her childhood home
among scented trees, one evening
while exercising throat and legs
along a riverbank deep with mud and she
follows a wet earth smell finally plunging
into and drowning in the river.
She has gone in the wrong direction,
so nobody understands the brown
corpse on the far bank. I imagine
the experience of seeing that horse
is not uncommon among the ordinary.
Survival Strategies of the Young
Our last house guest was tidy
and hungry. Alice ate no bread
with her jam. Rent was paid in ten
cent pieces and stolen property.
She came in through a window
and left when we showed her how
to operate the door. Alice caught the bus
out of town, taking nothing of ours she
couldn't carry. Later, she will learn
the difference between right and wrong
and literature.