On rainy evenings I allow myself to feel the influence of Robert Creeley's book FOR LOVE

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FINGERNAIL MOON
OF JOHNSON COUNTY


You were going fast.
It was beautiful,
how fast you were going.
You were beautiful
like a perfect incision.

It’s crazy.
No one knows anything
but the fish go in the river anyway.

epigram

This is a poem about a horse that got tired.
Poor. Old. Tired. Horse.
I want to go home.
I want you to go home.
This is a poem which tells the story,
which is the story.
I don't know.

from "Please" by Robert Creeley