More of: The Books

February 5, 2009

Someone’s had too much to think. But my mind is frozen now — joining my hands. The steaming horse is safely put away, blanketed now in a stall of hay and grain. He refused to talk to me all morning long. And I had so many thoughts to share. I laughed. He stood still. I pondered. He stared. I doubted. He walked on.

And so it goes.

Posted by M. Colby | Filed Under arts & music, blog 

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