Balaam, from My Mother is an Old Elephant

Saturday

Feb022013

Saturday, February 2, 2013 at 9:15AM

I rest under no roof.
I am the dusty traveller,
the journey, the road,
the pothole and the hoof.
I am Balaam and the voice I hear
is my breathing creature
plodding on,
eating straw,
seeing angels.

Peter Neary-Chaplin |

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