Away and Towards

Flight’s soaring wind
has room to grow
outward and backward.
Truly, it flows in all directions
as though, like a horse’s heart,
it is simply expanding
out from the intangible.

Could I give my purse to this horse
to buy its own hay?
In doing so, I can free the beast
and keep instead my own wild ride
through canyons and outcrops
of stony lakes.
There is an infinity of trails.

Free the horse from behind the railing.
Take it to safe pasture
and let it run wild with its pack
in the free-times wind.
I want to kick up my heels
and do a jig
from my own mended back.

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