How does the horse go home?
I saw your letter on the porch.
How does the horse row along?
I heard our record in the park.
Half-sentimental decade of longing
singing each person we thought we could be.
Tippy-toeing past all our wrongings,
in some plight of a harmony.
When will the wind be worn?
I heard your echo in the park.
Now that my horse got home
forgot we’d written in the bark.
Separation slips like a sundial
meanwhile the shadow of past is a plain.
I remember writing songs across you watching
the horses all ride away.
Now that my horse got home
I read your letter on the porch.
Now that the crow don’t craw
I held that letter to my heart.
I held your letter to my heart.
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