Grandfather Cuts Loose the Ponies, by David Govedare
Vantage, Washington
Photo by me, film, Nikon, color.
Hi there, from a while back, revisited. Hope you like the poem. <3, C.A.
Holding
In loving, some say I travel
off-road,
but maybe it's my job to leave
the Earth.
Holding.
Maybe I'm a violet guest
living
in a starched-white diner made
for the others,
unattached,
but dear God
where is my Roman Café.
I could make
more muscles,
or slim down for the shot,
dying by light.
Big.
In loving, some say I travel
off-road.
In loving, I say I'm someone big
like you.
C.A. MacConnell
