First Meeting (2001)
The tangle of their lifeline
Rarely entwine with ours.
I have only seen them twice
In all my years in the mountains.
His head was crowned
With an antique finished oak coat hanger.
His heir, of unknown gender
Was grazing the grass that hid in the snow.
I watched them
Through the rear window, listening to music
As they stood their ground.
Hearing only the crunching
Of hooves and the hum of the motor.
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I'm working on a second poem, but I'm not satisfied with it enough to post it just yet.
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