Equine And May Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Equine And May
On the flatland was a field so green, had cute blue
flowers that tend to disappear in end of spring.
The pasture was framed by purple poppies and no
sheep around, those infernal eating machines that
graze meadows into wasteland.
Stood in the middle of this succulence,
the aroma was overwhelming.
I swooned.
Sank down on my knees buried my face in the moist
wondrousness and wished I were a stallion.
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