Where horses hang
for a picosecond between
heaven and earth
trampling nothing yet
soon to be ensconced
in thunderous memories
scattering mud and pine cone
fragments into the fractional
time-space once occupied
by hooves
a lifetime before
the gate was opened
for the farrier
to enter
and setup shop
after one more drag
on his cigarette.
there's a deeper meaning in this poem one cannot express in plain words - a moment hanging in the air ,the moment between...good poem of intense depth, Keith