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.


  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.

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



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