This poem was composed entirely in my head late last night as a distraction while I was working with a sick horse. Margarita looks to be doing well this morning, but I spent about two hours slowly walking her last night, while a fox barked interminably in the distance and the moon rose from red to white. Here is the poem, unchanged from the form in wh…
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