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Poem: Runaway

“Loose horse”,
Hollered on the gallops
Two words to send
The nearest jock
Into sudden stop,

And so the footfalls
Slowed, the pair of reins
Clutched low, as man
And horse eased up

Beside the trumpet blower,
Looking for the injured
Soul, four fast legs in tow,
Two ears turned him

To the nearest bend
Where I was speeding by
On top of alloyed wheels,
My steering not controlled,

Legs and arms jellified
Until its tank dried up,
“Loose horse”, my eye.

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