Interlude

While digging through boxes today (attempting to salvage a moment of accomplishment), I found the volume that contained my older ('80s) prose. There are several I will post, but for now I'll just add this one...

Enchanted
I hear your name and
See webs of color
And the strong flow
Of equine muscles
And I feel the gentle
Power of the
Healer
Then the drum that is
My heart
Suddenly shifts the
Rhythm