Biting the Yellow Dandelions

horse bends

his neck,

grazing on sunlit

dandelions,

licks of seeds

curl into his

teeth, sticking

behind

barn rotting

in high grass,

manure wavers

to petals on

wood fence

clouds curl

in a wrinkle of

sunlight, above a

horse stepping

tendons split

through its back,

mane falls shaggy,

coat smooth

in chestnut

he sniffs at

clouds

biting the yellow

dandelions