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Sport 33: Spring 2005

our lost intimacy with horses

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our lost intimacy with horses

where we live now
disconnected
from creatures

into a metal world
we things of thinness
too close to the ground

to spin and leap in bloods
some ghost
shadow flicker-run

like films on cave walls
fat-shined dapple moves
like shades

everyday horses
are strange to us, and lost

as hidden nerves
buried leaps
all the underneath
ticking of the world

horses tell us
when to be afraid