Don't know why....this poem has been running a loop through my head all morning...cantering along at a steady pace...
Question
Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you have fallen
Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt
Where can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead
How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye
With cloud for shift
how will I hide?
May Swenson
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