Eyes Are On the Run

and you remark i smell horses

by the creek i told you about with

the blue heron which flew away

when we walked past all of a sudden

i can smell the horses. my mind

is awake and behind me i’m holding

back spider webs across the trail

because your eyes are

on the run, looking

for horses. they surprised me

before, alone, and the heron was there and

jumped and swoooosh! flew away and was so close

it scared me and

they snorted and wrestled in

the run and i saw them. i smell them. you can’t see them. i’m sorry