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Looking back,

Delicate nuance 

A young foals suckling of teat, 

Gentleness and curiosity,

burning through innocent eyes 

The pounding heart of excitement 

The mysteries of love and art 

Pictures Painted by desires,

Fumbling foal

weaned and eager

The call of the wild speaks easy 

sweated rump flashing

the colts eye is filled 

Tails and pretty manes trotting  

into the pounding hooves of a stallion 

Galloping up into the misty heavens 

To pull the rainbows from the skies with all the stars in heaven and ask them 

To which am I?

And both respond so lovingly well 

That in the reflection

of that deep deep drinking well,

Where love and lust, life and living are discussed 

And the tracks long worn from the searching,

from now, and  back to the ancient of days

form the conclusion,

Of an infinite symbol

that is too small

to hold what is within.

A confession of anthologies

no where will ever be found

with such grace and beauty

Except in the loving presence 

Of a poet and his muse 

And the redemption each is infused

The light and hope of the world 

From earth to starward is viewed