EPIC Poetry Group: Poet's Corner — Into the Winter, We All Start at Zero, The Politics of No
MY EDMONDS NEWS Posted: February 13, 2021 Into the Winter a quarter horse stands statue-still. The sunless sky trades its feathery mist for twisting steam from out of the pasture thaw. A puff of breath betrays a living death. The horse is dying; legs are stiff as stone. Where once he raced from line to picket line of ragged timber that rims the rolling farm, today he labors long at standing still. Dave Baldwin The practiced hands of the good-humored doctor pull the infant out of the warm duskiness of an amniotic ocean into the unfamiliar glare of delivery room lights. It is a rough bus...
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