Hold Your Horses
A poem.
Hold Your Horses Hold your horses, people,
let them not sleep
alone in stables,
nay, instead,
bring them inside
to tables, to red
sofas and recliners.
For these knob-kneed
outsiders work hard being
your metaphors:
your work horse,
your thoroughbred
put out to pasture
when no longer fast, your
black beauty in the face
of disaster, a
flicker of hope
at the end of your tether –
your way out,
the only one,
loping together
toward the setting sun.
– Midge Goldberg
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