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All the Pretty Horses

I’ve found the pasture with all the pretty horses

in origami red
    junk pile silver
       the painted desert
            wild taffy

            the proud one
        a soft blanket
and saddle

“giddyup,” i’ve heard them say.

but all’s still and quiet, emotion’s

at the tip of a brush, in broken clay

      with paper manes
           and folded legs
                 iron skeletons

an infinite stampede
rows upon rows
corralled on stretched canvases

a serene place to view my face, a stranger
      to contemplate,
take for a ride

8/10/2018

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Sunlite Wanter

Date: 8/10/2018 5:13:00 PM

Love your take on this. You must love horses. I read the book, actually the trilogy by Cormac McCarthy. One of my very favorite reading experiences.

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 8/10/2018 5:20:00 PM

Thank you, Sunlite!

Sand Blown

Date: 8/10/2018 4:41:00 PM

sure-real