Right of Worn

We walk in circles, round
and round.
Not quite sure which turn,
to take.
Left or right?

Right of worn war horses,
dun, bay, brown.
Their saddles trodden and old.
Seats and gates broken by use
and practice over years.

Or left?
Theses horses of white showing.
Radiant palomino of young
age.
Not yet broken by time, a spark
in their gate and eyes still seen.
Their tack made of silver, cutting your rump
as they rock harshly and pull to go another way.

Which to choose...

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© KayD [2006]