Tuesday, 14 October 2014

The Horses



My Great Great Grandfather
looked over my shoulder.
With unthinking ease
I entered three
sets of digits into the computer.
My sleeves rolled up,
I could hear what he was thinking.
In a way he was right
but he was also very wrong.
He knew this too.
Then he was gone,
the room smelling of horses
these words on the page
following after.

3 comments:

  1. I love it. And I’ve really been enjoying your poems in this new layout. They rise from the page, as if they know what I’m thinking, and I follow them, after.

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  2. Two comments from two good friends. Thank you William and Red.

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