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Country Drive

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Never can any of us know exactly

which road is best to turn on.

Something to see and learn on all.

Haven’t seen a pygmy pony since

that last circus act. Noticing

how your free hand introduces itself.

 

Walking is easier to find the path

Whisper in my ear what the horses

are thinking makes all inhibitions fly.

Dreams are just like this

moods and lighting

loud thunder bolts

Symbolic bats guide us home.

Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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