can you feel the hooves that break

the ground of the alone?

that pounding pace strong enough

for freedom, can you feel it?

growing wild with the promise only

it can keep unto itself--held too close

for betrayal.

the manifest cut of the blackest stallion--

flanked with ocher by the sun it sets.

dearer than the life he runs for, and the

warring legs that lose their place in

manic motion.

their moment multitude plummets the

black stallion into his Heart--as the lay

of the land surrenders.

in the unblinking glass of his eyes,  

passing by and thru with clearest of

reflection--uncontainable bliss wets

down his jawbones.

his unbreakable neck refusing to allow

a head to turn that's cocked forth.