Horse LatitudesJosh Hanson
North into the bottoms and then East, Up into hills, scrub trees and houses Set back from the road, beyond fences The horses stand beautifully still, made It would seem, expectant, even this one Sagging beneath its heavy blanket, All I've ever known of them: broken And the wonderful question —see them Rising in answer— of how many hands.
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