Wednesday, November 15, 2023

Saturday, November 11, 2023

POEMS FOR HORSES


It is cold in the house
It is warm in the sun
and I eat dinner once a day


I feel so sad and it is okay that the animal runs faster than I've ever thought to run


Happiness is like a magic toolbox, or a regular toolbox: filled with the same, special thing, which comes in many different sizes


I miss you so much that I've been thinking, lately, that I might have to go away for a while.
Just for a bit, to sort some things out.


Sometimes there are so many mountains. I cannot begin to understand