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Caballos
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When my grandmother was alive
I asked her once
if she remembered when
life was in black and white.

And maybe,
if her answer had been yes,
there was a time
when horses were angular
and came in uniform shades of
brown, red, and ochre.

And perhaps,
if horses once looked like that,
the ancestor who scribbled on
the cave walls
was angular, too;
just another step towards
the day when we're round
and marvel at angular horses.

................................
Jorge Sanchez
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Copyright © Jorge Sanchez
March 1998

...a poem in this room by Mary E. Kincaid...
los caballos del tiempo antiguo
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