I have no money but I am buying <br />Horses for someone else’s parade— <br />Rose-colored mares that stand four abreast, <br />Perfectly matched with spangled bridles, <br />Magenta plumes nodding in unison— <br />A family of acrobats stands with a flourish <br />Upon their backs as they bow to one knee. <br /> <br />As I sign this note and incur this debt <br />I promise myself with crimson signature: <br /> <br />One day I will ride a tall palomino, <br />With cascading white mane <br />Who rears up on his hind legs <br />Seeming to climb the air, <br />While I lift my hat straight up, <br />High as I can reach, <br />And smile over my shoulder.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buying-horses/
