In a message dated 07/22/2004 1:29:11 PM Central Daylight Time,
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<< There are no horses in California,
only rodeo clowns
whose make-up drips on faded tickets
to a show that will close before it opens.
>>
I like the way this poem progresses and the contrasts throughout; however,
this particular stanza made no sense to me. I couldn't see its relationship to
other parts of the poems; and of course there are horses in California. One
dark night my husband and I were traveling a backway to San Jose and nearly ran
into several of them on the narrow highway. What a fright that was. At any
rate, regardless of that, the clown image doesn't work for me. Otherwise,
this is fine. Sue
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