Wild Horses
Wild horses gallop over the fermented
lands of the Okanagan
in southern
British Columbia-
toward the mountains-
toward the Pacific ocean-
It’s a living flight of beauty-
a stampede of hearts
that pound the land-pulsing-
And at the end of the trail
in the ocean rain-
the necks of the horses rise
up like towers of pride
establishing(in the thunder
with their hierarchy-
the order of the wilds-California Blue
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