Bruce Morton splits his time between Bozeman, Montana and Buckeye, Arizona. His volume of poems, Simple Arithmetic and Other Artifices, was published in 2015. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in various magazines and anthologies including, most recently, Muddy River Poetry Review, Mason Street Review, The Lake (UK), Main Street Rag, Better Than Starbucks, Nixes Mate Review, Grey Sparrow Journal, and Blue Unicorn. For many years he was Dean of Libraries at Montana State University
Unbelievably There is no truth in a lie If the truth be told Invariably There is no lie like the truth If the truth be sold Statistically The truth may become a lie If the truth be old
I am in awe Of how awesome Everything is. And I wonder At how wonderful Everything is. I am, of course, amazed At how amazing Everything is. Irregardless is just so Wrong, however irrespective Everything is. I fantasize About how fantastic Everything is. It is unbelievable How unbelievable Everything is. It is actually incredible Just how incredible Everything is. And, yes, it is just super How ever so superficial Everything is.
Mary is long since gone And so, too, the white horses That survived her, grazing, Their licorice lips sipping Sweet spring grass as if Their moment was eternal. In my memory they are still Life that endures, present In the pasture that now Will soon corral a subdivision Of white houses with licorice Driveways and faux barn garages.
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I find White Horses so appropriate for how things we love,
the nature, that is leaving our own spaces. The deer can’t find their home anymore.
A stand of trees that was relished leading to our own “development” was cleared this summer to build 20 more “homes”.
This development has been here since the sixties. My neighbor was the first one on the street since the early sixties. The house we live in was built then also but renovated in the 2014-15.