Saturday, January 21, 2023

Poem: If Wishes were horses

 A team of horses racing toward me


Brown like the uniforms of soldiers fortressing me around


 


Speckled like a found family, salt of the earth


White like picket fences


Black like the cozy comfort of night.


Dappled, gray, red, also among them


bringing lesser-pondered but nevertheless still powerful dreams.


Rainbow-like, a promise that destruction -- at least for a time-- is gone and peace has come.


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