Loose Horses
Busting through a 30 below wind-chill, they stretch the distance, hooves throwing snow, nostrils flaring, manes shaking loose. Until at the abandoned road, they brake: fences nowhere. The poem above is from my book Poor Manners , which made it to the desk of Jim Harrison . He wrote back October 29, 2009, “Dear Adam Halbur, After six months of drafting a novel I sorted the piles of mumble-jumble on my desk and uncovered your wonderful book of poems which at first intrigued me of my Swede immigrant relatives who farmed in Mecosta County. The poems are on the money as they say. I go to drown in often unpleasant memories. I note that you are in Japan? Always wondered why they are frightened of garlic? –Yrs. Jim”