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Ione Horton Poem
At every stop I see them wave
Their teary-eyed good byes
A final glance, they climb the steps
And find a seat inside.
And there they sit in separate worlds
Their faces to the glass
The rhythmic humming of the rails
As lonely hours pass.
If only in this world
We were less perfect fools
If only I could face
My own small face
If only you were on this train
Beside me
Perhaps I would be bound someplace.
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Ione Horton Poem
I want to dance on the Mesa
With drunken coyotes
And swoon in the pinoned air
Roam free in the land of
The long legged lizard
Wear scorpions in my hair.
I want to howl in the moonlight
Throw sand at the stars
Awaken the Spirits there.
Too long have I felt
Like a butterfly
Trapped in a spider's lair.
Copyright © Ione Horton | Year Posted 2021
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Ione Horton Poem
Last night again I tumbled down
Pajama clad and half asleep
Past universes dark and deep
To land transformed
Upon the warmed
And wet volcanic earth.
And there I saw a million souls
Adrift on pools of amber light
Like fairies bathed in candlelight
Without a care
Approaching their
Next reincarnate birth.
Copyright © Ione Horton | Year Posted 2021
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