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.
