When all
what we do is a bit of talking
lightly we move
from topic to topic
we trot, and I
I see horses
black and shiny
proudly upright
kitted out in regalia
we say nothing much as
we have no fixed agenda
we raise a bit of this then that
like pieces of delicate chocolate
we break them off one by one
slowly savouring its taste
we go from here to there
nowhere of concern really
not aimlessly so though
forwards then back
slowly we go to and fro
gentle, and I
I see horses
and in these moments
I ask myself
what is it about
the horses I see
when looking at us?
and it comes to me
I know instantaneously
with a steadfast certainty
it\'s our style
proudly upright
as if kitted out in regalia
and it\'s as if I look at us
with new eyes
eyes that see horses
and I start wondering about
the proud upright horses
trotting as lightly as butterflies
I see them
from one flower to the other
and I inhale deeply
the fragrance hangs, it lingers
when all
what we do is a bit of talking
lightly moving
from topic to topic we trot, and I
I see horses
black and shiny
proudly upright
kitted out in reglalia, and I
I see our style
with eyes that see horses