Going Through Browning On The Train

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On a day like today,

Black clouds roil

Down the slopes,

Snow deep in the coulees,

This stretch of country

Wears sadness like a blanket.

A black-haired young man

Races his pony across the hills,

His life the sum total

Of the thousand forebears

It took to bring him

To this day.

Races his pony to an end

Only he can see.

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