Our jaunt into this gallery on his
great bare back shakes the party’s whole tempo.
I’m amazed how his shiny coat matches
your magic locks, his skillful gait timed so
he never contacts one guest in the crowd
which gazes at him and us as if we
sailed past on starlight. His chess-knight head, proud
as a Spanish king, nods yes to bright glee
of applause. His massive body pauses
as our bodies press to him, spirit pleased
by tender caresses of our spurless
feet. And we, freedom riders coalesced
to this orbiting, whinnying planet,
bless our universe and all that’s in it.
Roger
April 15, 2011
