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The Very Bad Horse

The very bad horse doesn't budge until the pain penetrates to the marrow of its bones. —The Buddha

My first own home

my big green “bed-sit”

in London, in 1956

double bed green spread

sixpence coin-fed gas fire

London fog huge little footsteps

TOK TOK TOK

I knew three people

and three more at work

I knew you

I felt around in the dark for Life

and you I picked myself up by the hair

four stories up and dropped me

—Still I wouldn't budge.

Door in the Mountain

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