Equus Pallidus

The horse was pale,

paler than the light off the mountain

that reflected back in memories long abandoned


Its mane was long,

longer than the struggle to save what

fortune had vehemently denied me twice


The time was short,

shorter than the flashes of history

that hoofprints trampled in the disappearing snow


The trail was closing,

closing on one last intrepid promise

crying out for life amidst a stampede of death



(Valley Forge Stables: March, 2021)


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