Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR Poems
C o r t e g e...
Cobblestone had propensity
to be snared by rusted horseshoes.
One could hear the pain of the clydesdale
by the sharp, scraping sound
from each hoof as it slapped
at the stones 'neath its u-shaped soles,
bending awkwardly at the knee
writhing, forward in stride.
Yet no one would pay much mind