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Ken Stone: Reflection

Ken Stone

May 01 2015

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Reflection

 

He leads a pied stallion across a paddock

where sheep dock brittle grass and bleat

into summer’s smudge. Others jostle water’s brink,

and rinse reflections before bounding free.

 

The horse steadies for drinking—

patchwork perfected in the dam,

until a muzzle creases water

and reflection quivers.

 

Arriving cloud disturbs the surface.

Does it foreshadow rain, or drought electric?

Only the horse is certain as it drinks

dapple from the dam.

 

Ken Stone

 

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