Mary X - Goodbye Horses.

Come back.
I wave to the bus
dripping with sky.

Dust hits my fool’s
eye as you listen
to your song but

a wave is just a palm.
You go away with your
legs and your thoughts.

Pass into the night,
break into the quiet.
All things go away.

Here I’ll stay until
I, to, can be somewhere
else.

Hopefully that time will be soon.
But for now I’ll go back
home and plan my next escape

from the bitter two-pence
smiles of poor
men

and continual taunting
from
horse-whisperers.

Mary X

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