Hoof dream

The buzz in the pavement´s memory

it rumbles, reproves and exclaims

a handful of hoof steps

his sentence rolls

and far away is the day

in which the wind disarranged

the freedom in your mane

hooves bleed

they step on your soul and spirit

falter the light

he tumbles...just a snort

and as if he had never existed

he dreams

dying not on the pavement

but graze