Poetry: Selections from Jan Darrow
Horses
Someone let go of the reins
and just like that
they were lost.
We had always dreamed of horses.
We wandered the woods
all winter
looking.
We found them in the spring.
Half dead was the horse that didn’t
shed his saddle.
Someone could have stitched the sores.
Those people
a vet
somebody.
But instead, they shot him.
Just like that.
A Piece of the Story
In the beginning
there was a tree lined shore
she had forgotten
and the wind.
One day rain
bleached
the sun away.
And when the storm came
all that she remembered
was the silence
of the wave.
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