Poem for the Frozen Apples

I couldn’t climb high enough
& now you hold in air like visible ideas,
Wishes mostly, ones the horse may have had
Dreaming in his stall under his night blanket.
It is foolish, addressing you
For you are shining in another world.

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Author: stevekuusisto

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