A tall brown horse clops along, half on the shoulder,
Half on the narrow road in front of a row of tall
Trees. Behind them stand houses and wide green lawns
Drinking in the afternoon sunshine, dimensions sprawling,
Organic fields nearby growing fruits.
The rider wears a tan leather coat over blue jeans and
Black, irridescent boots, curly hair spilling down shoulders,
Smiling as she looks back to her trotting dog. One hundred
chanting pilgrims sit in the field the rider comes abreast of,
lifting their voices to praise the living universe.
My coffee cup is jostled by cracks in the old pavement
As we ride up and down the soft hills surrounded by
Mansions of the wealthy but no hot coffee comes out and over.
Fortunate for me as brown does not go at all well with the
Sky blue shirt I’m wearing, new today.
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