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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