|by James Wright |
|Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, | |
|Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. | |
|And the eyes of those two Indian ponies | |
|Darken with kindness. | |
|They have come gladly out of the willows | |
|To welcome my friend and me. | |
|We step over the barbed wire into the pasture | |
|Where they have been grazing all day, alone. | |
|They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness | |
|That we have come. | |
|They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. | |
|There is no loneliness like theirs. | |
|At home once... [continues]
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