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by James C. Morehead
pony ride in the sky
with daddy holding the reigns
out front
and me on top
keeping one-eyed teddy
close to the steaming thick-haired body
we sail through airless space
the beaten dirt path
forgotten
below
"daddy
don't go too high
mommy might see us
and worry"
and falling back to earth
whistling through red brown autumn treetops
a cascade of broken branches
that follow us
down
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