20th March, 2016 (Horses)

by Brendan Strong

Mist dulls the green fields.
Horses in that meadow:
One moves across
To the bottom left corner,
Races back to the opposite side
Right up to the fence post.
Races back to rile up the others
Who simply side step.
Races around the perimeter
Bound by that fence.
Walking to the middle again –
Only to race around
All the gentle rhythms
Intended only to set off the chaos.

 

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