Poem – By Simon Perchik

  Embedded and this statue still tightening its grip tries to revive the horse expects its crumbling reins to smell from leather and crowding –you squint   the way the general looks for a small thing encased in a season exactly where he left it   waits in the rain for your black umbrella to open make room for you […]

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