Plato’s Horses

The horses were gathered around the tree

Like points on a star

Self-choreographed

Facing the tree trunk as if it was some equine oracle

Dispensing beneficent predictions

Or serving up sugar cubes

Of course I knew it was just the only shade in the field

But they looked like long-maned sages

Giving and receiving philosophical insights

In the shade of a tree instead of a cave

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

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