Chipped and worn,
Umber steps drop away from the plateau
ruby roads into black trenches.
Crayon note horses
rainbow maned
strut and gallop, tails high
pride and freedom bring them
to canyon cliffs
cinnamon dust plumes
underfoot.
Hot searing wind
arises from below
reminiscent of fire,
I give them wings.
Izzy
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