I ride on the back of the earth
To catch elusive stars.
A centaur with spurs of desire
And a whip of vision’s reach.
Ride the earth, ride the earth,
Let the clay be pounded away;
The dust whirls up at my back,
Sharp pebbles cut in a spray.
Diana
Poem
- By Elouise M. Bell,
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