Want # 161 Claine Keily

I want more nights
ponied to joy
than are left to me


Winter is in
these summer fields


I want more time
than is allowed me
used up by the office
then dreaming of hay


Too tired to reach it


Her withers sweat
in the distant paddock
and I too am torn down by fever
and cannot reach her
after days taken by duty


The promise of nights unbridled
is a fairy tale told to children