Monday, January 11, 2010

Boot: Broken


BOOT: BROKEN


You will be broken
like a horse,
bent to my will,
you will wrap yourself around me
the way space parts at my passage,
washes over me like water,
you will become a means of leaving,
a kind of striding off into the sunset.

You will be giving like a mother
or a loving wife.

You will lift me over mountains
and, no doubt, when the time comes,
we will walk right into heaven
as if no great distance
were traversed.

Richard Smyth

Posted over on Anabiosis Press

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