inspired by Carol Mack's Ghost Horse
the ghost horse gallops for its sweet love for the field where
ribs sunbathing through invisible flesh it taunts & thinks
i must run before black & white takes over my purple
contour. for it's always a race against blanks, dots,
shadows that don't connect on a lilac tapestry.
ghost strings carving their marks on bodies
to pass into drum beats so glorious.
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