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