The Quivering Mare
he bolts
and paws the ground
running pall mall
the fenceline that contains him
restrains him
from finding the
source of the scent
of his quivering mare
she listens
head in the air
her blonde mane blown
by the gusty range
and picks up his bellowing neigh
that flies upon the wind ~
the same wind that
touches her face
literal miles
lay between them
as he snorts the dust
in protest to their seperation
and she ~
lanquishes for his presence
this
quivering mare.
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