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Nighttime Nighttime

Dust floats through the bars of light
The stalls are all bathed in a faint golden glow,
While ​the​ nighttime pools around the door
Inside the barn there is a sanctuary.
Outside the barn​ I can hear the​ crickets
The howl of a dog
A train whistle
Inside the barn,all I can hear the gentle thrum of
a horse’s snort
There is silence
in a barn
In nighttime.
I groom my horse
A curry comb digging into the coat,
Massaging the neck.
I dig my fingers into the crest of his neck
I can feel the smooth rubber of the brushes,
and harsh wood of a pitchfork,
And the wet, slobber of a horse’s tongue
It is an oasis from the world outside.
From the humdrum and the bustle.
For inside the barn doors,
There are only two things:
My horse
And I
The inside of a barn is a sanctuary.
The inside of a barn is a sanctuary
Dust floats through the ​streams​ of light
The stalls are all bathed in a faint golden glow,
While nighttime pools around the door
The inside of a barn ​is a sanctuary
Outside the barn, crickets ​chirp
A hound howls
A train whistle​s
Inside the barn, all I can hear ​is​ the gentle thrum of
a horse’s snort
There is silence
in a barn
In nighttime.
The inside of a barn is a sanctuary
I groom my horse
A curry comb digging into the coat,
Massaging the neck.
My fingers bury into the crest of his neck
I can feel the smooth rubber of the brushes,
and harsh wood of a pitchfork,
And the wet, slobber of a horse’s tongue
The inside of a barn is a sanctuary.
It is an oasis from the world outside,
From the humdrum and the bustle.
For inside the barn doors,
There are only two things:
My horse
And I