little smoke

  i ride a dark horse

  little smoke beneath me 

  trembles in the baritone rain 

  shelters in the leeward hill 

  hurries homeward 

  the way is long 

  and the shadows race 

  but little smoke knows the path 

  carries me softly unspoken

  sure and swift 

  above the brazen plane 

  into the light

- Ken Peters


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