by Suzán Jiván
for Stanislaus Dubowski
The soul survivor
of unbridaled equine kicks
rearing up with strapping illnesses
snaffled with cheekstraps
and throatlatches dispatched
with hatchet-shaped blinkers
and teardrop-masking winkers
loping along a veiled bridal path
hobbled by the brambles of the past.
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