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My Horse called Saturday - April 12, 2022

  • Gary Hunter
  • Apr 12, 2022
  • 1 min read

starts the morning

leans over the rail

and whinnies at

the large space


a wide-open field

of possibilities


while the click

of a stopwatch

at the end of the day

shows I never got far

from where I began


head down

browsing on sparse grass

just outside

the open gate

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