11-26-2012_029 In the Nursing Home

She is like a horse grazing

a hill pasture that someone makes

smaller by coming every night

to pull the fences in and in.

……….

She has stopped running wide loops,

stopped even the tight circles

She drops her head to feed; grass

is dust, and the creekbed’s dry.

………..

Master, come with your light

halter. Come and bring her in.

                                    Jane Kenyon

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