Today's poem does not include white-tail deer like the Progressive Poem does, but it IS about horses.
If you faithfully expect something, does it come?
STOP FOR HORSES ON BRIDGE
I stopped for horses
on the bridge—
looked up and down the pebbled path
for steamy velvet muzzles,
listened for the clatter-clop
of horseshoes on the boards.
I stopped for horses
on the bridge—
waited for a whiff of hay and stable,
planned to lay my hand against
a rounded wall of horse.
I stopped for horses
on the bridge—
but horses never came.
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