I belong to the gallop
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| Art - Tanya Rossi |
to the tearing up of earth
to the footprints removed.
I belong to the mist,
the cold, a long distance shout, a victim, with my name of her.
I belong to the days, and
the dreams that come
in the night.
I belong to the dance of folk through history, to songs about turnips and children.
I belong to the hands
that reach out, and
clasp onto mine.
Rob Kennedy
