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Riding

horses in the ocean

on the hot island
as soon as they enter

the cool water

they groan heavily

alarmingly

yearning to be seahorses perhaps

and weightless

in the delicious shivering cold
bellowing their need

the sounds torn from

their deepest land-locked souls.

They made their way deeper
hoping we will float away, no doubt,

shedding riders as I wish

I could shed

my winter self and begin again,
lightened.

1 COMMENT

  1. Laura’s work is always so descriptive, imaginative, and beautiful and I’ve loved watching her progress through the years.

    Laura’s Mom

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