Progymnasmata
To the bus stop, bareback
by , 06-13-2010 at 03:05 PM (2049 Views)
This poem was originally written for the Subject poetry contest.
To the bus stop, bareback
The old barbed-wire gate --
Then the pond and cattails,
Then the big bare hill and
over sagebrush, sagebrush.
To the bus stop, bareback
Fast freedom to backtrack
From her long mane I swung
Like Christmas tinsel and
She would run, run, run, run --
The halter not halting.
To the bus stop, bareback --
The old coal railroad track.
There's always a gate at
The end of a good ride.
And there's always a bus
On the way to somewhere.
To the bus stop, bareback --
My Wyoming circle back.
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