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One of my father's oldest stories	A
how when he was a boy growing up	B
in that town there were no ponies	A
Buggies were gone almost as soon	C
as cars came in but farmers still kept	D
a horse or two in the back pasture	E
to help with the hay or for the kids	F
to ride around on Not ponies though	G
There were agents from the coal mines	H
who came through every summer	E
driving the back roads buying up	B
all the ponies	A
They shipped them	I
down to Terre Haute to Princeton	J
towns in the western part of the state	K
where they were taken underground	L
to drag the iron cars laden with coal	M
Stabled in darkness hidden away	N
from the sun imprisoned there	O
forever or until they dropped	P
in their tracks or so the story went	Q
the reason people said there were	E
no ponies in these parts	R
That was before	S
I came to understand how grown men	T
still care about what they cannot change	U
how it sticks in their throats when	T
they try to tell	V
Christmas morning	W
I was already half a stranger home	X
from college We were sitting in a maze	Y
of ribbons and wrapping paper talking	W
drinking warmed over coffee when	T
there was a knock at the back door	S
It was the barber Joe Slayton saying	W
he had something to show my father	E
I should come too	Z
We slipped out	A2
into a light snow fallen in the night	B2
and winter's brightness everywhere	O
and drove along the empty streets	C2
to a house on the west side of town	D2
where an old man led us down a path	E2
and into a barn When our eyes adjusted	F2
we saw a brown pony with a long mane	G2
wheeling through bars of narrow light	B2
let in by cracks between the boards	H2
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Sometimes it stopped to look back	I2
through the shadows We could not see	J2
its eyes but all that space was filled	K2
with its hot breath its soft nickering	I2
Sometimes it pawed and moved off	L2
to a place where its glance caught	M2
in a patch of light and we could see it	N2
studying us	O2
this silken creature	E
all our stories said was doomed to live	P2
beneath the ground and never see the sun	J
again that pranced before us now	Q2
and stamped its hooves against the earth	R2

Jared Carter

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