Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray24 Sep 2014

In the field
a white horse 
champs beneath 
the sun.
                Black specks,
a flock of birds lifting
on the horizon, spin
among the trees.
                                A path
stretches to the distance.
Far away, cars pass.
Tarmac hums in the
               The summer beats
down. Houses sit in the afternoon.
A tractor. Fences.
                                 I am alone,
the sky the colour of oceans,
the horse the colour of
            In a different world
I step from this one. 
The sky, the earth,
the sun.