Among horses
A poem written three thousand years ago
About a man who walks among horses
Grazing on a hill under the small stars
Not gazing at the stars and seeing patterns
Slowly move across the sky
bright chariots of gods and heroes
He just feels the hide under his hands
shiver
and smells the rank and horsey stink
of night-time quadrupeds
and hears the steady, heavy breath
of hairy bodies - the rumblings of stomachs
and the chomping, tearing sound
of horse-teeth ripping blades of grass up from the ground
Anita Greg Aug 13 - 2020
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