Bridlepath

Thunderous the too-distant hooves
along the softened bridlepath,
countless the many horseshoe grooves
in the twilight, the aftermath,
and half-awake I but wander
that sylvan lane wherethrough may pass
dreams aplenty over yonder—
a pilgrimage, a dusk-flown Mass.

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