there’s a grey horse outside
stamping and snorting
white steam nostrils
he’s attached to a dark covered sleigh (this is not jingle bells)
gleaming in the moon’s glow
my coat awaits as I get the urge
but it would be a loud and grating ride
as there is little snow and we would be
travelling on gravel and pavement and grass
where would we travel
I wonder
on this strange and singular journey?
the horse waits----------impatient
but I prefer the beauties of here and now
green eyes of my love
burgeoning lives of my children
good will of
friends
-------siblings
---------------church
and just like that
he moves along, sleigh scraping
behind
empty
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