Ride Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

No hour waited for the sundial's sign
no flower bloomed on a shipwrecked edge
there remained water to drink
the salvage therein to dive
there remained a pledge

no tree stirred its tops
no streetlight moved
no starlight sought
as sadly closed as a tightly sealed shop
daily sold and hoofed
death horse ridden thoughts

and no horse unsaddled
could ever again be tamed
like a shrew sadly cradled
riding unnamed
its final ride
its final
ride
ride
ride