Scott Simpson · Poetry

South of Town

Selected Poems 1989 to 2009 · source pages 131

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South of Town

horses are running

with a wildness wider

than the rancher's fences

beneath their flanks

weeds are swaying tall as my own

forgetfulness

unmarked roads

overgrown with saplings

are exactly

where we left them

thirty years ago

everything has become

something

we never could have guessed

we looked down

stepped off

marked and measured

we hemmed in only

ourselves