PoetryAloud
Lee Kissling Reads
Lonesome is the name of the horse – hence
Ride Lonesome. I’m not sure how I feel about projecting human emotions onto animals. Or onto inanimate objects – most people riding a streetcar named Desire are only going to the bank or post office. The farm people going to Mount Zion in Iowa are neither Zionists nor anywhere close to a mountain. Not sure how I feel about riding this horse Lonesome. He does seem to know the way, at least. Probably, he’s going someplace lonely. But maybe, wherever he’s taking me, there will be another horse and they will nicker and rub their long noses, go for a meal together in the new green grass of springtime, and I’ll just wait by a fencepost, and think him up a new name. |
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