RACING HEART

RACING HEART

I drove my friend into town, 

we passed two escaped horses, 

massive Clydesdales, a black and a gray, 

tasting their freedom as they galloped 

along the road back and forth, 

back and forth, blocking traffic, 

everyone chasing them, 

as my friend’s racing heart, 

pounded systole, diastole, 

as we headed toward

the emergency room.

11/23/21

it was written as prose

I drove my friend into town, we passed two escaped horses, massive Clydesdales, a black and a gray, tasting their freedom as they galloped along the road back and forth, back and forth, blocking traffic, everyone chasing them, as my friend’s heart racing, systole, diastole, as we headed toward the emergency room.