Horses in Oklahoma fly
In spinning clouds, the racecars die
All at once on a track
In Montpelier, the cul-de-sac
Sighs, and gives thanks it isn't July.
The tumbleweeds regard the passersby
As if they were tumbleweeds, and I
Spin the bottle like a turret taking flak.
Horses in Oklahoma
Do not stay in the sky
Like gods or stars to pacify
The ground. There: a cedar cackles:
The hungry small fry of grackles
Cry to the widening gyre's
Horses in Oklahoma.
Jake Sheff is a captain in the USAF currently training as a pediatrics resident physician. He's married with a baby daughter and several rescue pets. His poems have been published widely online and in print, including at Danse Macabre and Futures Trading. His first chapbook, Looting Versailles, was recently released by Alabaster Leaves Publishing, and can be purchased on Amazon.com.
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