Thursday, November 3, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 308: Passing a horse paddock



PASSING A HORSE PADDOCK

Pedigree horses in white turnouts
trench-coated detectives from old crime
novels or saints come marching in swinging
their white robes or the Ku Klux Klan their
unlovely eyes blinking from hooded faces


4 comments:

  1. great stuff, Lizz, funny how a poem can jump out at you when you least expect it

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  2. oh yes, perfect...I've often thought KKK too

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  3. Quite amazing where this poem end up.

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