Published in, PS “It’s Still Poetry” Anthology available on Amazon.
Plunked down in chaos from a gentler time, blinkered from the traffic he pulls the coach along. Patient, in his harness bond he tugs at hearts, with pathos- as to his love of duty we respond. Amidst the screech of sirens and the blasting horns, he stands and dreams of meadows in a nosebag. Such rhythmic clicking of metal shoes on concrete, full rolling of the carriage wheels and he, confined, down through the centuries he thought he'd left behind.
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