Friday, May 5, 2017

Question by May Swenson


Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do 
when you are fallen 

Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt 

Where can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead 

How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye 

With cloud for shift
how will I hide?


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