handsome as could be, old school - four toed feet.
three ripples across sand, you too come from these lands?
if so, ya know lightning beauty falling snow.
purple beets size of fists steaming skins wanting kiss.
dream one, two, or three - remember you there with me,
many a year, thousands of skies, now strangely called tour guides,
breathing about, all a go, gracefully caressing the torrential rainbow.
hard to believe that was then, what is now - oh ya - e-lec-tron-ic pen.
still the moat sifts soft silent sand, carrying whisper into hand.
no difference between you and I, both mane’s wild, high neighing cry.
who beast, who man, words mixed up now - successful inside-out plan.
remember ripples~time~hoof - dream dipped darkness print of foot.
swift swagger, starlight sway, greeting cracks, eyelash batts
tail-telling jokes, cracker jacks, jimmy-jangled, chimmy-changa rhumba, labyrinth layered ribbons twirling too fast.
snake skin pillar, hugging tight. spin slower scales.
leaving. blurred lines burrow if stay,
visit another day?
On the Shelf