Hanna Loves Horsesbyfoehn©
We all love something.
Hanna loves horses.
Horses galloping through dust and yucca plants.
Horses trotting on grassy Tennessee slopes.
Horses walking among palmetto palms in Florida.
Hanna loves horses that aren't horses.
She loves them because of what they want to be.
She loves them because of form:
because they are smart, like her,
feeling, like her,
explorers, yet obedient,
Hanna loves horses. It won't go away.
Last year, tomorrow and today,
the magic word is, "horse."
"Would you like to see?"
she asks the new friend.
And behind that world, behind
the vision of so many
are thousands, millions, kazillions
of wild horses, herding themselves
as quickly as possible
into the future and the past…
Ah, the snorts and whinnies
die in the wind, but the thunder
goes on forever
for Hanna 2-15-05 : tm