He hears them cropping grass
one night near the National Forest.
Horses live two, three years
in the wild. They are pre-
historic. They don’t consort
with fences. Montana
grass is the best in the world.
He considers running with
the herd. Mounting mares
who are ready. Growing
a long neck. Tossing his
gorgeous mane in the wind.
Very clean and to the point. “Economy is the first graced of style”
Thanks, Steve!
On Wednesday, September 24, 2014, john mann poems wrote:
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