I cannot get you close enough, I said to him, pitiful as a child, and never can and never will. We cannot get from anyone else the things we need to fill the endless terrible need, not to be dissolved, not to sink back into sand, heat, broom, air, thinnest air. And so we revolve around each other and our dreams collide. It is embarrassing that it should be so hard. Look out the window in any weather. We are part of all that glamour, drama, change, and should not be ashamed.
When my dad was a kid in Memphis in the late 1950’s, he lived in one of the neighborhoods around Graceland, which were then on the edge of town. He says that seeing Elvis riding horseback around the grounds was just uncommon enough to be worth mentioning— doesn’t that sound like a wildlife sighting?
These pictures aren’t terribly clear, but I imagine Elvis had good looking horse tack.