SHOPPING FOR JEWELS
Out wandering, coursing the hills and touching
the trees. You want to come? In the middle of
nowhere, two metal horses, huge and life-like
as sculptures in the field. It looked like a pasture
to me, with horses grazing but still. A small road
ran the ridge - a two-year old pick-up truck
rolling by. The man waved, and I waved back.
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