Rural Tragedy
A yellow-toothed moon
primps in the mirror
of Mid-western ponds.
Cats
snake in and out
of red-faced barns
gone mad.
In Kansas-land...
in the operating room
of your dreams,
morning comes
dawn-drawn
by six gold stallions
half-stepping
toward eternity.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2005
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