He shakes his silvered head
\nlike an old stallion comprehending
\nlittle but oats and sugar cubes.<\/p>\n
Gaiety surges around tables:
\nwhite water roaring past
\ngiant solitary boulders.<\/p>\n
Servers bring salads, cheeses
\nlasagnas, chicken, roast boar\u2014
\ntastebuds decline, overwhelmed.<\/p>\n
A tango brings suits and gowns
\nsuddenly animate to the floor
\ngrannies rock chairs in rhythm.<\/p>\n
Words crash against walls of sound
\ncome in spurts like short wave radio:
\npolitics, health, squirrels at feeders.<\/p>\n
He remembers shaking his shiny mane
\nsharing nuzzled confidences,
\nwarm sun instead of this winter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He shakes his silvered head like an old stallion comprehending little but oats and sugar cubes. Gaiety surges around tables: white water roaring past giant solitary boulders. Servers bring salads, cheeses lasagnas, chicken, roast boar\u2014 tastebuds decline, overwhelmed. A tango … Continue reading