Fate is a mahout astride a large elephant, impersonal
as dark sun with winds raging across a desert. Fate is
the old bones of dead Indians being resurrected as
ground mist on the edge of a salt marsh.
And not knowing what to call personal destiny we
resort to the clunker "fate" - "beggar and king"
enjoying, or so it is said, the dust together. I prefer wet
leaves breaking canisters of restraint and calling to
the earth as little paws digging into the humus of the
sky.
Rocking Horse
Paul Cameron Brown
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Poem topics: dark, destiny, sky, sun, together, edge, earth, king, prefer, dust, large, elephant, desert, fate, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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