Equus Pallidus
The horse was pale,
paler than the light off the mountain
that reflected back in memories long abandoned
Its mane was long,
longer than the struggle to save what
fortune had vehemently denied me twice
The time was short,
shorter than the flashes of history
that hoofprints trampled in the disappearing snow
The trail was closing,
closing on one last intrepid promise
crying out for life amidst a stampede of death
(Valley Forge Stables: March, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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