The Stolen Horse

Why try to write like somebody else,

by others passion driven

 

A watered down copy, trespassing free,

to alien words you’re smitten

 

A copycat artist who mimics the sounds,

your voice a toast unbidden

 

While somebody’s pain and somebody’s joy

—the stolen horse you’ve ridden

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

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