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| We galloped until dark. |
I rode under geese high and loud over the sheared fields
at right angles to my speed and the sunset
over the winding macadam and into the wind
a piebald horse fierce with youth and confinement
raced across the meadow to gallop beside me
and we gloried in the going the ground
shaking on the other side of the wire
his thick mane blowing and his forelock tossing
and his bright hooves pounding
and his big eye rolling and my tires singing
both of us turned out for a run
both of us wild with the wind in our mouths
determined to make the most of the sun on our backs
the colt free for a day from its paddock
me free for a day from the present
and we paced each other as long as we could
i felt the burn in my thighs and tears blew across my temples
until the woods held him back and the road turned up the hill
and i stopped at the top breathing hard and i went back.
