Notes About The Poem
A prosetry exploration into why every day bids we abandon dreams and face reality—but whose reality?
Hobbyhorse Dreams
hobbyhorse dreams
by odin roark
rocking
just a few minutes more
almost there
remember our primitive forest
kitchen chairs
chrome trunks
yellow and green tree tops
nesting places for the vultures
always present
always ready to prey
rocking
kitchen cabinet canyons
scarred timbered walls
smooth worn knobs
magic openings
caves for hiding
once again
passing through familiar terrain
approaching tiered rise
the climb we've never finished
Pinto and me
up into air
just for us
rocking
so much ground covered
why does Nurse Vera
always eye me
touch my shoulder
she knows
we're almost there
almost ready to climb
off old pinto
once we're to the top
but
not today
not enough time
group time
pill time
heal time
that's what they call it
healing time
why do they want to heal our dreams Pinto?
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