t h e w i n d h o r s e s o f H a r l ö s a
Sunday, August 25, 2013
One-eyed lion
To the lake it is open
a portal into blue.
His right eye slips back into stone.
He is not moved. He is not moved.
I want to go to him, now, and ask
if he will still be here
in a year.
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