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_ _ _ _ HORSES

I saw a horse standing in a field

          as I drove by

I named him Vellum, 

          for his color

and dreamt of the stories he might write

          with his dreams

He is confined

          I know he knows it

He seems calm with being broken

          resigned to forced servitude

I wonder if he would return on his own

          were the fences down

I drift to memories of images 

           I think I have seen

of wild horses running together

          in fields and along shorelines

whispering to those that watch them

          not the other way around

If we agreed to run with them

          not led by the bit

would we be wild and free

          as we perceive them to be

or tamed and domesticated

          by following their lead

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Published by Synkroniciti Magazine Vol. 5, No. 1, Katherine McDaniel, editor