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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Wanter Avatar
August 10, 2018 at 5:13 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.
Rodrigues Avatar
August 10, 2018 at 5:20 PM
Thank you, Sunlite!
Blown Avatar
August 10, 2018 at 4:41 PM
sure-real
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