Horse

Old iron radio horse we read,
survival of life not a call.
Wind slithering; burning leaves with sun, warmth of all.
I am weary and my back sings with pain.
Because I am out of condition despite the weariness and the pain.
there is no cause, don’t press.
I am with the wind, the sun.
I have a destination to reach.
Old horse is already in the past.

– Linnet

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