Issue 1:
Balance
Jo Nelson
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The black horse was fleetest
his hooves slashing mane flaming wind
jumping and pawing my heart
hummed the light flash, saddle reins painted,
wood muscles prancing, we galloped
faces dizzy fading hooves beating cadence -
the black horse still calls when thunder
pulls lights brassy harsh in the pipe music jingle
we whirl.
My young mother waves her face laughing.
~Jo Nelson
Jo passed away suddenly in January. Please see our online tribute to this dynamic woman at Remembering Jo.
© 1996 by Jo Nelson. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.