2021/9/8 #poetry I saw a horse. Running across the tops of the skyscrapers. Jumping from one to the next. Impossibly. As a horse, it expressed no humanly perceptible emotion, but the action of its running was rhythmic & calming. I followed by watching. It circled around me. Far from where I was. A large curving trail. Its hoofbeats were soundless. Washed away by the city.

Astounding, this power. Imagination is given a low status culturally. Perhaps because you don't have to earn it. It deserves more clout. It is responsible for positive motivation. For the beginning, and often other parts, of the creation of new things.

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