Thursday, May 14, 2009

372. LEGLESS RAM

LEGLESS RAM
They made mine run off.
Five rivers later, I was still chasing
it. The horizon seemed never to
cease, just expand - farther and more.
I was legless but fleet; so was this ram.
In pursuit - like Bunyon's very Hound of Hell,
I sought something soft - forgiveness, passage,
understanding, peace. Whatever it was, it eluded
capture too. We both set off together after that.
In tandem, trading moves, we finally found that horizon.

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