Wild Pony

Standing alone
dragging on
a cigarette
for a pen
sad poems
to the moon
and the smoke
makes nice Os
and lassoes
a lone star
like a wild pony
I wanted
to ride hard
and fast once
across the dark
deserted desert
of your heart.

Author: poetryontheedge

Rick is a Professional archaeologist, father, dog lover, and part time poet. He lives and works on the coast of North Carolina. His poetry has been published in the University of San Francisco's The Ignatian Literary Journal, featured on Every Writers Resource, selected by the Winstom Salem Writers Association for Poetry in Plain Sight, and engraved on a granite bench as part of a downtown public arts project in the city of Cary, North Carolina. Most recently, my poem "Things the dead leave" won the Poetry of Witness contest in the North Carolina Poetry Society and will be published in their 2017 edition of Pine Song.

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