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35. Above the Milky Way

"I haven't written a poem in a while, and I've been spending my whole week volunteering at a Horse Camp, waking up at 7 and going to the barn, going for a ride after all the kids leave in the late afternoon and coming home at 6 in the evening. Too much time with horses for me ;P End of story. I am so tired, this is not the greatest poem I've ever written, it's actually one of the worst because I didn't edit it. Enjoy nonetheless :)"

July 17, 2009- Olga Taratuta

The answer is no, I am not a horse lover
I am not over obsessive about braiding one’s mane
I would not care less about the lead I am on
I do not supremely secure one’s rein

I do not hoard my allowance for flashy tack
I do not buy carrot sticks for horse consumption
I do not treat them as if they were celestial beings
It was only one person’s assumption

I may not be a horse lover
I may not kiss hoofed creatures on the nose
I naturally harmonize with the kindly beasts
They dismantle my heart’s thorns from its rose

Stampedes of hooves beat the green hills
As those tamed stallions come thundering past
Glare into one’s pupil for merely one second
The world will seem tranquil and vast

Vaulting on one’s back and sitting still
Feels like settling on the Milky Way
Its balmy blood travelling through its veins
Composing my soul to light red from daft grey

No, I am not a horse lover
I keep luscious Granny Smith apples at home
But if those merciful giants were not by my side
I could not live through life on my own

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