One thing minus the horse has to happen first.
Here you are. What are you thinking? Are you
Leaving so soon? Green joy. We love you. Have
Some stew before you move on. Rest.
The sons and daughters of the town wonder, too,
How you got here, your eyes on the ocean , your
Drawings of places they’ve never been and how you
Drew them.
Your feet on their fathers’ cliff.
They won’t talk about it, but what about you.
Looking down, now, did you ride here on a horse?
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