Day 309: The Stallion

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he stood there –
a stallion
on the steppe –

pounding the earth
to prove his hoof’s worth

and whipping the air
with wild hair;

cursing it –
as if
it –
had kept him from flying.

 

my God,
what a beautiful creature.

 

how fierce is freedom fought for
and deadly when too long kept.

 

o, that i could have run with you.

 

maybe
maybe
i could have.

before the tall grasses burned
from wayward sparks

lit

by an unmanned hearth
that set our world ablaze.

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