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| Found this page from an Irish play in the copy room at work today. Random submission from Fate. |
"86 RIDERS"
86 riders in a deep grave,
God beginning to ride
the mare beyond and below,
below. Wash man, make
the finest find. Would it be
a strong wind
raising a star, the moon,
a hundred horses
jumping in
the west wind?
No one looking
for the grave.
Fall down again
or maybe the wind
is fire, a hard cruel
sea. Listen to the
red mare,
the blessing of the black night,
the blessing and sorrow
on this house.
Deborah A. Miranda
"Overlooked Gems"
Just as most
are lost,
services
are likely to continue.
In short,
a story day
hums apace,
thoughtful and solemn.
It's obvious
stressed and struggling
community
was very
prepared
for success.
Power
rarely works.
A bucket
of shortcomings
explains
our competence.
Serve
and recognize
more.
Margo Solod
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