New Year

Knocked on your door at dawn With a spark in my heart Dragged you from your bed And said... let me see the colts! Let me see the colts That will run next year Show them to a gambling man Thinking of the future.

Have you been drinking? No... nor sleeping The all-seeing all-knowing eye is dog tired And just wants to see the colts.

We walked out through The dew dappled brambles And sat upon the fence Is there anything as still as sleeping horses? Is there anything as still as sleeping horses?

- Bill Callahan

Images by Dean Curtis