Twilight bounds softly forth
on the grass.
And the eyes of those two
Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of
the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire
into the pasture
Where they have been grazing
all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can
hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans.
They love each other.
There is no loneliness like
theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young
tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the
slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to
me
And nuzzled my left
hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her
forehead,
And the light breeze moves me
to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin
over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my
body I would break
Into blossom.
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