I drank and drank and drank
sunshine.
I walked down
powder-dust ruts of an uncle's
dirt road and found that palomino.
Blond horse, quick as fragrance. Blond
summer, baking brown mud. Blond
grass, insane with grasshoppers.
Brown me in the the midst,
palomino's mane brushing my arms
in the rush of gallop. In the woods
next to the ranch, rattlesnakes
coiled, field mice inside them.
Pine trees leaned toward
the pasture I rode in.
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