Percheron Horses & Carriage
In Melbourne you move between two sidewalks
as the wind lashes the leaves from trees.
It's time to look at the city beyond its people,
people who will never change their looks. You've
waited for a friend who didn't come & now with
deceptive tenderness you watch two white horses,
nodding at the curb. Feather-plumes float like
breath. You unfurl fingers beneath a horse’s snout.
The coachman stirs. There are...
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