Are you riding your agile mustang
dark against dying sun?
Rose sky makes a flag of your
black hair arms raised in
elation as your horse and
you jump across the
ravine How deep
it is holy ancestor
how do you fly?
Enclave of reserve rears up and gallop
of the agile horse creates
its periphery outside the fence in the
fresh air of the plains now fences deeds
break continuity of rolling fields
The bison galloping freedom
before the cattle fence severs plains
from nowhere tunnels
destiny and your concerns
Manolis Aligizakis 