The Whale and the Horse

I dreamed I was a mighty whale
And you a majestic white horse,

Who lived on an arid plain so stale

You couldn’t find love’s source.

My habitat was a blue green cove

Where I often swam and dove,

And though our forms were sealed by fate

We found we could communicate.

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by Skip Conover in Honor of International Poetry Day

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