the drove
The Drove
One thousand horses came galloping towards him
there was no escape. He braced himself
but as they came near parted, like he was an island
in a river
The last horse, Truls, stopped long enough for him
him to mount and follow the drove, thar ran towards
the horizon and beyond, where they disappeared
like deleted words
Truls didn't have wings but followed him back to
where the grass was green, a place with a small river
trees, there was peace in the world
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2024
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