DAMP WIND

 

When the wind blows up canyon,
first light gray,
I am the old red horse,
twenty-five, bucking in place.

We never loose it, that wanting
stirred and satisfied—
to be wild again
when everything is right.

We feel his feeble effort,
hooves barely off the ground,
our whoops and cheers
howling on a damp wind.

 

5 responses to “DAMP WIND

  1. This line was a sweet aha moment:

    We never loose it, that wanting
    stirred and satisfied—
    to be wild again
    when everything is right.

    Do you think it will ever stop? I mean before we’re dead, of course!

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  2. I get that feeling some times, but then I generally fall off some ledge . . . Ha!

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  3. “When everything is right…”
    Felt that again when giving my little 7month old granddaughter horsey rides on my knee. Oh that wonderful sound of delight in her little voice…

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