How You Might Approach A Foal

like a lagoon,

like a canoe,

like you

are part earth

and part moon,

like deja vu,

like you

had never been

to the outer brink

or the inner Louvre,

like hay,

like air,

like your mother

just this morning

had combed a dream

into your hair,

like you

had never heard

a sermon or

a harsh word,

like a fool,

like a pearl,

like you

are new to the world.

— Wendy Videlock, from Slingshots and Love Plums

T. S. Poetry

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