Sagittarian Tale

Long-toothed grey-white horse munches, trots,
watches occasional cars go by the road along this corral.
Drowzing afternoons remembers flying, wide white wings.
She has horse sense, wild strong senses, instinctual balance.
She eyes those passing passengers without comment.
If she needed, she could fly out of range, disappear from men’s
landscape. Not resigned, nor exactly happy – comfortable,
content, completely free.

[evening dionysian]