Wild Horses

We were broke

that year

there wasn’t much rain.

We took the horses

out to the dry

golden plain.

A place that seemed

you could see for

days,

riding the open space

thinking things

would never change.

thinking back on that

now

grateful for where we are

today

To my wife,

and Muffin and justice.

You two carried us far beyond what you could ever see.