the wild horse
spits his bit into the
dust &
kicks the
stable door
free.
run.
run.
close your
eyes &
run,
the milk
wagon is no
longer chasing
you.
the prairies
are yours now––
& the
sky.
when was the last
time your heart
galloped across a
meadow?
release your
mind &
leap over the mountains
you've never
seen.
rolling
creeks shall
follow at your
side on the trail to
the kingdom of
horses.
grass you shall
have in verdant
abundance
& wings
(if you want
them) to take you
home.