Untethered at times
but, only in short
spurts do you sprint.
I see you, grazing the
sweetgrass-edges, green and lush;
such a perfect circle
you carve--
Peg, spiked in dry dirt;
the clanking hobble, has you
starved.
Dragging chain, uprooting succulents
scraping bare the dry ground
while beautiful, unfenced; is
the grassland- all around
You were built to be wild, love..
Wild.