Molly
Here’s her picture:
black as Bucephalus with a graceful
crest, ears pricked to a skyline
outside the frame.
My first love in high school,
sold for college.
I keep the photo close.
Forever lost like lovers
gone, a horse runs
just beyond the dream’s
horizon.
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2005
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