Four hundred rearing horses surge
deep within your bronco soul
for you were born to muscle through
those morbid miles merciless
stampede tedium to dust
unbridled treads rush summer gusts
just before that thunder crush
when lightning gallops mount to cloud
velocities electric loud
intensely feral as your breed
waking roads from dreams of speed
returning curves toward memories
of lost control regained in drift
in shifting steady hills to thrills
neither wholly broken reined
nor ever fully harnessed trained
in veering sheer from pedal gear
clearing fields steering sear
bolting through all openness
muzzled never in your spree
roaming routes unsaddled free
essential zest of liberties
felt within your trailing breeze.

Mustang © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: May 17, 2019