An unlikely partner

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They told me horses play with balls

kick them, chase them

so I gave my horse a white one the size of her thighs

rolled it over the rye towards her

she raised her head for a moment’s surprise

then turned away

buried her nose in the t…

October : The Hunt

0 Photo: P. HUGUEN/AFP

They’re shooting pigeons up in the air

shooting wild boar berserk in the woods,

they sway in the corn with their rifles loaded

aim with the warm red wine in their veins

shoot their leader in the foot

shoot their neighbour on the shins


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He buttoned up his leaf jacket

soaked his shoes in brine

laced them up with marigolds

snatched a hat of sundrenched hay

sprinkled it with buttercups

broak a branch from the willow tree

strode along the track spread out by the moon