Miniature Horse

On my shelf, not archeology,
Palm sized, upright,
Sun going down outside
So that he seems to cross
The long plain of my library,
Steady in primal snow…

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto

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