Four Horses (Walk, Trot, Canter, Gallop)
its limbs; the draft horse pauses
after hefty hauls.
Gaited mare, tail
flips, trots past stable: not yet,
with such sunlight left.
until it rains, two warmbloods
hungry for summer.
Galloping with clouds
of dust, mustangs unleashing
Four Horses (Walk, Trot, Canter, Gallop) © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: April 13, 2019