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Posh like a pinch horse

in a prairie of grass

pardon me for my prudence

yet plague me my path

for there are eyes of gemstone

that choose to haunt me in my sleep

slapping me from a distance

so at arm's length I'll keep

from them I step away behooved

by my own fear filled grace

please, leave me not pale calm

as I fall from behind the shelter

of this young, lifeless face...........

(Feb. 12, 1994am)