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2026 The Year of the Horse
Pegasus has white wings.
Ariel eyes the cauldron dawn.
Seabiscuit we are homesick.
Hope keeps hanging on.
By a broken fingernail.
By the skin of bridled teeth.
What is it about the horse
That keeps us holding on?
Some say it is the power of
raw muscle wild and true.
Some say mountains of K
could not turn us into glue.
Some say armies and empires
with us easily jump economic hoops.
Some say that The Apocalypse
rides in second at the finish post.
Do we seem flog-tired? Years
of false starts and fence refusals?
Nodding heads, cloudy eyes
from squinting at lines of tiny decimals.
Limp limbs flail purposefully
outside the walls of Troy.
What is it about the horse
that keeps us riding on?
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