The Prodigal
Today, I fed a horse still wild,
and asked him with my rhyme
To blaze the silver meteor’s trail,
to where the words collide
I filled him with one final verse,
to sharpen my refrain
And mounted for that one last ride
—to go back home again
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
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