Free Verse and Oft Rhyme
Palomino Broken
beats and dust, how stirrups riled

On a horse so dark, so high are there those who glorify the just or wrong or free?
The ridden shade is bent to be a riddle and a flutter by broken gallop, tongue of ode to canyon, saddle, bit, or pride.
A mare, the herd, the pigment dyed, beats and dust, how stirrups riled sun with amber waves denied…
mane in the white, plains wind to fly, a silhouette of cloud and sky, the shadow pale of hide.
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