Beseech
i won’t come back
and the shadow of the horse does not
slide behind the soft clock
chtuck* here
chtuck here
i won’t come back
yes mem
in the air is spread
a sound and silence
and the built stays much
i won’t come back
for digging
the mall is digs
digging for a worm
i won’t come back
please
* an author’s unique approach to resemble the clatter of hoofs
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2011
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