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Animal stories

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BEING LIFTED ONTO A HORSE

Out of my childhood unconsciousness
The colour and shape of memory formed
Because of you, beloved horse.
 
My aunt lifted my tiny body
While my mother protested
and the shifting horse, his thighs moving,
His feet pressing the grass,
His head, reaching and lifting,
Awaited my small arrival on his back.
 
And when I sat there, all his movement was still,
And I was absorbed in his power
And he showed me myself,
And then the memory faded
Like rolling paper in wind.
But forever I remember
That he had shown me.

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