HORSES


You find beauty in the hooves of horses
and under every foot - a stone.
And I’m so glad that I’ve still got mine -
a foot, a stone, and I’d give a hoof.

You painted 32 pictures for free - for 
the wind and the rain to have their way with.
While I only painted 2 for money
and 1 for you that didn’t look right.
It will never look right now; I’ll give it to the forest,
to the wind and rain, and to the hooves of horses.
May they trample it then gallop away.
And someday, on a pasture, you’ll find in them your beauty.