her harness is fit to rein
& with boot-soles strapped to stirrups
besaddled one might ride - alternately
gripping fists of mane & saddlehorn
brindled mare acanter
lathers up to stride
(horses always horses.
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- dylearium
- my name is dylan. these poems have their own names. i used to teach. now i help deal one of the most dangerous drugs on the planet: books. (once a pusher, always a pusher, i guess.) if you'll notice, the comment-sections are rather barren; so if you are at all inclined, don't be shy - feedback is appreciated.
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