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Sea horses – a poem 

May 4, 2015

I rode my horse to the field, bare back and with only a halter. It made me feel like a child. So I wrote a poem.

Sea horses

Waves of mane

Hold tight

Crest muscle flex

before

Waves of memory

crest

Black becomes brown becomes surf

Hands clutch

shrink

soothe

Ears flicker

Always sunlit

Salt crust lip

frost whisker

Sea horses chase us home

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