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Johnsons<\/strong><\/p>\n there was supposed to be a mule the cows stay as they are useful <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pediatrician Kelley White<\/strong> worked in inner city Philadelphia and now works in rural New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in journals including\u00a0Exquisite Corpse, Rattle\u00a0and\u00a0JAMA.\u00a0\u00a0Her most recent books are Toxic Environment<\/em> (Boston Poet Press) and Two Birds in Flame<\/em> (Beech River Books.) She received a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Johnsons there was supposed to be a mule to preside in the forward stall beams hung with brass and leather, dusty ribbons that silence in which animals move, that power and I am a child the cows stay as they are useful the horse leaves his great collar behind as he goes […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10525","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10525","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10525"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10525\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10527,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10525\/revisions\/10527"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10525"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10525"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10525"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nto preside in the forward stall
\nbeams hung with brass and leather, dusty ribbons
\nthat silence in which animals move, that power
\nand I am a child<\/p>\n
\nthe horse leaves his great collar behind
\nas he goes to slaughter
\nI have forgotten his name
\nthe dappled white horse in the orchard<\/p>\n