Horses by Tricia Marcella Cimera

I see Poet Ashraf F.

and think

on Poet A. Akhmatova.

Life under Regime.

Then and Now.

Brutalizers keep crawling

on their low

bellies through the

dirty mud

of Time.

But       Poems

gallop like strong

Horses carrying

messages, their

hooves tearing up

the brown mud.

Even

the ones who wrote

the Poems, can’t

hold them back,

pull their manes,

rein them in.

They run           and run. . .

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