a dream of fantastic horses

there were red horses
white horses and spotted
horses

horses so black
they shimmered crow-like
in the morning

pouring across
the plains of sleep
thunder horses
lightning horses
horses swimming in floods
dying in deserts

horses wading withers
deep in snow

knife-hooved
prarie-eyed
mountain-thighed

memory horses
lathered up unsaddled
strung out like ribbons in the wind

Anstey -
I'm curious why "crow-like" instead of "like a crow?"

Laurie -
This is one of my favorite poems written by you Norm.

Norm -

Anstey: I think 'crow-like' reads more smoothly than the other.

Thanks, Laurie.

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