As feared, the horse
bolts the stable
while the house, with eucalyptus
growing high in the dry yard,
burns.
That horse, wild, ornery
spirited and dismissive
of imposed boundaries,
his muscles work without strain,
his mind unquestioning
of limitlessness.
Let the structure burn.
And jump on
the horse who pauses only
long enough
for you to turn as he passes
to vault onto his bare back,
feeling warm, sweated fur
against your naked limbs, and
take hold,
fingers woven in mane,
his tail twitching
with fever to run.
There’s only one ride-
take it as far as it goes.

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