Monday, August 11, 2008

silvery ghosts

3 white horses, all white tails,
manes, coats, all white,
as white as the teeth of Hollywood
and prettier than all that plastic,
like the bottom of a baptismal pool--
a hallucination (but I haven't had one of those in years)
spirited there in the beauty of the evening
sun going down in those Georgia fields
grazing on golden-green Georgia grass

and 2 days later
8 white herons in a muddy field
legs buried

I used some of the words from an Easystreet prompt in this.

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