SOULBOARD
Dreamed 1989/1/12 by Chris Wayan
My horse runs on damp sand,
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When out of the bush | ||
When a wildfire corraled us,
So, he trusts my discipline.
Now, the shore-waves rippling | ||
A long driftwood oval
Termites of tame. Over-ridden!
How do we heal a soulboard? | ||
the wounds and wouldn'ts are. If the edges, not the heart, the board may chip--but stand. If only I'd concentrated more on our soul's hurt core... left the damn rim for last, instead of impartially salving every scratch-- Too late. We'll see. See if our soul will snap or bend or stand. I can help his trial If only I'll: See with horse eyes, Shut up, sniff, and hear, Fear what I fear, Refuse to press on, Kick bravery away, And really wallop reason. Sidle up to mares, but run If they stink or they make fun. Eat what my gut calls good crude food, Never EVER work except in the mood, And laze around where it's warm. Oh, and bite authorities on the sly, Then run like an African storm.
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