Wild Horses

A small dust devil dances Kicked by the breeze, Under searing heat, The landscape’s on fire, Powered orange, bittersweet, Mirage against dry grass Where the wild horses play. He rests on his porch Watching the distance, Searching, Tired eyes Burden by regret, Spun by time. There’s blood on his hands, A labour’s hands, From faces … Continue reading Wild Horses