Tag: curls

• shouts flinging barking flying all kinds  
  all kinds of motion for a moment 
  then my white curls rise so much space 
  combed by frigid breezes but the view—
  all this green I tromped and would have 
  
  chewed in a little while all my 
  sisters and brothers standing close 
  and those two watching and watching 
  and I only understood why today
  
  as these little hooves bounded up 
  but not in play toward the mountain 
  winged away but there was a pull 
  
  a gentle red trickle gave me 
  some warmth in a blue made of cries 
  

  April 17, 2026

  barking, blue, breezes, curls, flying, green, hooves, mountain

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