the morningtide ride

the grass is where this story begins

green, fresh

what you were

new on the palette

soft, buttery

released

not grounded,

this beauty of horseflesh:

running hard and hot

flat out to the un-consisdered horizen

as there is grace there:

in the unknown heat and stretch of it all

that felt, egoless honesty of energy:

unquenchable, remorseless and necessary

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