Bronco

And when the

horse bucks—

watch out ground;

for dirt rises

like December suns,

ice cold, burning;

gleaming and glisening

off of snow banks.

And there is mud;

in the boots

of the rider,

on the pants

of the rider,

on the shirt

of the rider,

in the face

of the rider.

As the horse

stands solid

in solitude

and mud,

with December's

ice cold sun

burning on his back.

The rider looks

upon him

with contempt and love;

but the will

to mount him,

yet again.

The horse,

uneasy

marches in place,

4 hooves in earth,

making mud

rise,

through the air.

Not on my back again.

Not

on my back,

again.

The rider

attempts;

again, and again,

with no

avail.

For in the heart

of the horse,

there is,

not on my back,

again.

Yet, still,

will he ride.


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