The view from Olympus
Is partially obscured

By cloud, wispy
And sad against
The elongated Drought-

But I see Them-
Kicking up dust-

Thrusting their tiny
Toothpicks
Pointed and tipped

With rust
Or blood.

The horses blink
Through Armour

Longing for the Plain...

Aegean glinting-
Shrunken by
Lack
Of Rain