August 26, 2013


Spin faster,
run wild, 
blur my father's face.

He waves each time 
I go by, to keep me
in my place.

My breathless ride
circles in fear, it seems
she knows the way.

I touch her mane,
full of life,
feel her pitch and sway.

Make-believe dreams
come alive,
like the mount beneath.

I pass him still,
in my sleep, fleeing him 
like a thief.