An ongoing friendship with the wild horses of Rooisand
You were missing an eye. It took me hours to notice. In my glee. Your name. I never learnt. Waperd. My unholy love for you. The hoof that never rots. A lack of liability. Warnings against theft. You mate in the current of an electric fence. Without tense. Once you were my homecoming. I the tropic of your winter coat. By an empty road. The silhouette of Johnny K. Trees now felled. 29. Neither by hide. Nor estuary. A shore endlessly finite. Waves that break before fully formed.