With thanks for the tip to Tatiana Papas.
This poem, beautifully calligraphed, used to hang in an old dark red drafty barn at Karme Choling in Vermonth, where I lived and worked and practiced and lumberjacked for four years while attending a Dead Poet’s Societyish high school. ~ed.
When I ride a horse
I hold my seat.
When I play with snakes,
I snap them on my wrist.
When I play with dangerous maidens,
I let them talk first.
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