Horse Nectar
By Alfie Shoyger
Mon, 17 Sep 2018
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I chuck my feelings here and there
like nectar snuck into a trough
where horses come to pluck a pear
and kill their thirst. They try their luck
and, lapping, wonder how they’ve struck
some untapped gold, then buck and whinny
and, finished, duck away, swift-heeled,
and tuck in at some other field.
From “Disoccidented” by Alfie Shoyger:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Disoccidented-Alfie-Shoyger/dp/1999922859
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I've never seen animals
I've never seen animals bobbing for fruit in troughs. Does it start to foment in hot countries? I like this poem
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