A drizzly afternoon drive
In a car, with an old ladyA wicker rocking horse
Upside down, broken
And a country track
Leading
We're bleeding
Bitching
Old lady
Helps me turn
I churn
Buttermilk and hope
And the cable boat
Is broke
Delivered, a broken
Horse, a hope
A dream
And soldiers marching
Sticky with yolk
In a yet
Unhitched dream
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2019-10-31 at 22:02
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