So let’s say
we’re centaurs

& in front
we keep a face

a place
to land

if someone’s

while behind
we go for what

we can get
& as for love

& death while
we’re ripe

they run

along for the ride

Laurinda Lind (USA)
First published in Afterthoughts (London, ON, Canada, 1997)

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