The Horses Are Cold Today

The Horses Are Cold Today

Standing in the snow, steam

rising from the invisible lines

where their heat meets the air,

vapor fleeing their nostrils,

they must be cold.  Lonely too.


I am cold today.

And drowning

in melancholy.


Possibly, the horses enjoy

this weather, feel most alive

when the cold splices their heat,

delight in the barren silence,

while I, alone, shiver.

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