ON A BASIN OF GOOD WORKS
There I stand again, foot up on a pallet
of death; water filled to the brimming
with ice. Y'all know how water expands.
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My featured horse is out in the cold;
blanketed, but with steamy nostrils, that
white kind of exit. The fence itself is coated.
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So, here we stand - me with my foot up on
a basin, and Lester, the horse, with his eyes
seeming fixed, just staring ahead.
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If the wind gave me twenties
right now, I'd take 'em.
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