Retired rider

I touch nothing but myself my hands rich in fur

by and by my past meets me in a dream of horses

to whom I am some troll-like acquaintance

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 4 December 1668.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

I touch but myself

my rich in fur

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