Oct 26, 2006 01:33
We can slip on the threadbare soles
of our ancestors
and slip them off again, just as easy.
We are not
(despite the feeling
of the bit at our mouths,
the crop at our flanks)
horses.
These shoes are neither lucky,
nor nailed to our feet.
poetry
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