poetry by j matthew waters

on the peninsula

in the great wide open
cinnamon & rose-colored horses
gather near a natural pier
murmuring to one another
about rebellion

they realize they’re wild
but not free
not like the prevailing winds
which seem to commandeer
the next tempest

subsequent to each run
the herd becomes thinner
the law of attrition
taking its toll
the natural order of things
galloping at high speeds
long past rising
and now in a freefall

october two thousand twenty-two
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2 thoughts on “on the peninsula

  1. So very true about horses being wild, but not free unlike the winds. Such an insightful poem that could be interpreted in many ways.

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