by Sumit Parikh
Above snowy mist and pasture
a crescent fades
manes bow in the dark ahead
and a breeze gently grazes gravel
I listen to an icy stream
and the hooves of horses
dreaming
My breath sips
a flask of cool air,
still my mind warms
in the hush
Their large eyes closed,
even those that roamed,
untroubled by anything
within or past
their fences
I close my eyes and am
suspended
in the moonlit void
a little less broken
© Sumit Parikh
Dr. Sumit Parikh is an emerging poet from Cleveland, OH. His work draws on his experiences as a pediatric neurologist and a father. He has previously been featured by the I-70 Review, Flipped Mitten, Akewi, Odessa Collective and Intima amongst others. Some of his work can be seen at sumitspoetry.com.
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