Running Horses

Weeks, months, years of driving by
stationary horses, content
to eat their oats and pick at the ground
with an occasional stare at the horizon
beyond their fences.
But today,
running horses,
one after another as I drove by,
and they didn’t seem to notice
much except their own circle paths,
running, running, through mud
and December as if one day
was much the same as the next.

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