When I closed my eyes I saw a white horse standing at the edge of the woods, the open door, the path that Red Riding Hood took to reach her grandmother’s house,

Cumulus, luminous, flyaway mane, like the rain in Spain,

Again I am reminded that white within the dark of night is a self-contained LIGHT

Abstain –

Butterfly Fireflies are alive in this bright white hair, what a sight, Sprite, sunlight at midnight…

Summertime survives in my inner seeing, but this is the first time, I’ve spied a horse; what does it mean?

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