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Joan Logghe
After Horses

                 

Ghost Ranch Ghazal

Winter fat, needle and thread, Indian rice grass
and cattle to graze. Who began this conversation?

This is just a story, the curator of bones
said, chipping the dinosaur out of the conversation.

I cannot face life alone now, bright chemicals
in you activate brighter substances in all our conversations.

In town I spend money. At home, time. Profligates
and misers understand two sides of this conversation.

Cattle roundup. Vaqueros on Arabians ride,
herd holy bovine beings into a new conversation.

The story behind every face, voice, skull, pelvis,
and muscle engages us in subtle conversation.

The Pasofinos may be sold. My core shudders
from heart to crotch, the chakras’ conversation.

Age fifty is the youth of old age. No wonder
I gaze into the mirror for clues to death’s conversation.

Ethics are not black or white. There are two goods,
neither completely sane or crazy in our conversations.

Ezra Pound said, "What thou lovest most remains."
Joan Logghe says, "I pray we will continue this conversation."

Copyright © 2000 Joan Logghe.

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