The horses and insects
Stand still in first light
Of a new early morning
Positioned to soak in
Golden warmth melting
The chill of the night
I too sit still daily
In the first morning's sun
As the horse I am idle
Browsing the array
Of what's before me
In a leisurely way
Soon come directives
Saddles and reins
Mornings are precious
About idle not bridle
About grains and
Not gains.
-Kelly Voelker
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