Sweet Grass

If only I could get to that place

where my words came out so sweet,

like fresh grass on a horse’s breath.

Nothing bitter.

Only horses can take me to that place

and hold me there,

in an equine symphony,

a wildly maned rhythm,

with no final cadence before its time.

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