The horse with A White Stripe

Everything rang in my old house

The clocks and the doorbells

And even the ID tags.


Now I've stopped time 

And realize who I hate. 

At the Garden of the Gods.

Have you seen me?

Ride my horse

Into the Dirt

With my six bullets encapsulated in my shotgun.

My weapon grinds as 

I shoot yet doesn't fire.

Then I've known I've made it

To my destination.


I drank from the rose 

garden and saw

the lurch of water carry the pedals

dead from weather,


Yet it was alive as I

And the water still

Hurt me.



This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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