As the early-morning Pink Moon
wanes in the blue
west of sunrise after Easter
soothes my Monday mind
with the habits of horses
waiting at their mangers—
alfalfa stems in windrows
at their feet, rolled and picked
clean of leaf before the sweeter
beckoning of short-cropped green
going to seed, I pause
to inhale their earthy smell.
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Lovely moment!
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