Thursday, August 16, 2007

the magic of a carousel

Ragged Circles

The white mare
runs in ragged circles,
her steps chased
by an ancient melody.

She lifts her heavy head
and dreams of a wild herd
pounding tribal rhythms
across the plains.

She perks her ears
at the imagined sound
of a staccato counterpoint
beating through the song.

The mare slows down as
the calliope grinds to a halt.
Another sugar-coated child
is lifted onto her back.

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