John’s Horse Mourns His Lost Brother
for Bob and Comet

by Suzanne Sunshower

The symphony swells up from gut to chest
tenor-tuba belching through throat muscle
quivering velvet lips singing air into lungs
a language earned with evolutionary price
nothing so smooth or sweet and mundane
as a shiny human voice lost on mere wind
enviably both earthen and ethereal / his is
essential / mother’s milk should be so fine.

This poem also appears in Trees in This Neighborhood Remember Me - Scurfpea Publishing anthology 2017.
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