Saturday, May 16, 1987


This is just to say
that once I was a child on a red horse
who rode past your house
when you moved in
to replace the dead Mrs Raynes
who choked at a dinner party on a piece of steak.
but I was shy in the presence of strangers.
At nightfall, the styrofoam woman's torso
you'd nailed to the madrone tree
came alive to haunt me.
My horse danced nervously on the fire road
and I had to return in daylight
to lay that ghost to rest.


This became part of LATE HOUSEWARMING POEM TO WM.T.WILEY, which I think I began in 1985, and finished in 1990. Some poems take their time coming in.

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