Wednesday, February 11, 2009


Fight or flight

dust over the range

fear threading through

those withers that shudder

as you bolt and buck your

way over the range with no

shelter in sight the sound

of thunder flashes through

your eyes at either side

pinned not blinkered

untethered wild clean

kicking and bolting and bucking


letting fear

stand still in its tracks

trust my dear

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