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In the Nursing Home by Jane Kenyon

She is like a horse grazing
a hill pasture that someone makes
smaller by coming every night
to pull the fences in and in.

She has stopped running wide loops,
stopped even the tight circles.
She drops her head to feed; grass
is dust, and the creekbed’s dry.

Master, come with your light
halter. Come and bring her in.

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[driqa.livejournal.com]

That is amazing. Thank you for posting it. I sure as hell hope there's a light halter waiting for me at the end of this life.