By Robyn Braun Horses Cannot Swim I wander into meadow edged by forest. In the cool morning mist, five horses graze. In the river, swimmers. I think, yes. Once in the water, I see the swimmers are horses. My mother always told me horses cannot swim, told me their thrashing hooves … Continue reading Horses Cannot Swim and Tiny Footprints of Mice
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By Robyn Braun