He bastes his favourite tree at night with headlights. The leaves lap up the Toyota beams. It will flower soon just for him. His stallion will be garlanded early. Bridled with blossom of chestnut, fragrant with sweet scent. The horse’s mane matches his lover’s in length and russet hue. He stares with pursed lips from … Continue reading Farriery
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