Poem: Shadow of a unicorn
This horse on its knees in the field Pretending to be a unicorn As horses play and imagine Another day A night Black trees ...
The horse on its feet has grown a horn and saddle Imagines the voice Of a rider: Those far hills Are simply shadows Of these you stand on ... ... M.T.C. Cronin

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