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Pantoum Gold
With his head under the hoof of a beat-up old ford
He heard the beats, synchronized beauty.
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum
The moon over head, shining off her coat and the stars in her eyes.
He heard the beats, synchronized beauty
A deep thud on the earth, kicking it up behind her
The moon over head. shining off her coat
A splash through the brook, and coming closer.
A deep thud on the earth, kicking the moss up behind her
The man ran and got his hemp net, he could catch her
A splash through the little stream, ever closer
He ran out in the dirt, immobility spread through him intertwining in his limbs.
The man ran and got his net, he would catch the beauty
Glossy skin, a prism of oils, the steam of heat and cold pouring off her
He ran out and stood, stood and watched
And he stepped forward, a hesitant, slug-like step towards his prize.
Glossy skin, a rainbow of oils, the steam of the heat and cold
As the water fell back in the stream, he saw her for the first time
She was gold. A snort and she slowed
And he stepped forward, a hesitant, slug-like step towards her
As the water fell, he saw for the first time, huge, dangerous, gold
His step towards her, she didn't flinch, she let him take the step
And then he stepped forward again, confident this time
And she let him.
His step toward her, she didn't flinch, she let him come near
He reached out, his bony finger touching her downy skin
And she let him
And then, in his gray flecked eyes, he saw her move and he was too late.
He reached out, his bony finger caressing her downy skin
He was experiencing for the last time, he would never forget
And then in his gray flecked eye, he saw her move and he was too late
She fled into the night, a reflection of gold on the stars.
She fled into the night, a reflection of gold on the stars.
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