Wild Mustangs
We heard their hooves twenty minutes before they appeared
stallions and mares rounding the corner of the world at break leg speed
blur of red, black and gray wild mustangs, free to roam the plains
Wyoming’s finest specimens, some sixteen hands high
giant powerful wildebeests disappeared as rapidly as they appeared.
will never forget those strained necks or those drumming hoof beat
eterea flash sight not seen by me in the next fifty-one years.
Sometimes I hear those hoofbeats in my dream, my heart leaping.
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