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Anecdote of the Ghosts

A horse thinks of her childhood home
among scented trees, one evening
while exercising throat and legs
along a riverbank deep with mud and she
follows a wet earth smell finally plunging
into and drowning in the river.
She has gone in the wrong direction,
so nobody understands the brown
corpse on the far bank. I imagine
the experience of seeing that horse
is not uncommon among the ordinary.