Come back. <br />I wave to the bus <br />dripping with sky. <br /> <br />Dust hits my fool’s <br />eye as you listen <br />to your song but <br /> <br />a wave is just a palm. <br />You go away with your <br />legs and your thoughts. <br /> <br />Pass into the night, <br />break into the quiet. <br />All things go away. <br /> <br />Here I’ll stay until <br />I, to, can be somewhere <br />else. <br /> <br />Hopefully that time will be soon. <br />But for now I’ll go back <br />home and plan my next escape <br /> <br />from the bitter two-pence <br />smiles of poor <br />men <br /> <br />and continual taunting <br />from <br />horse-whisperers.<br /><br />Mary X<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodbye-horses/
