Big hair,
and
distinguished gentlemen
completely oblivious to the
lack of women's rooms
with men pacing in
the aisles
carrying water:
bottled not tap
flowing like lava
fake not pure
electric lights
foaming in neon
and dry ice fog
man made like
stadiums
or conference rooms
stuffed full of bored
listeners
planning their escapes.

OCRACOKE MELODIES

The air flickers beneath
their hooves,
nostrils flared
manes flying
in the wind
like kites. Shades
of brown and tan
and even black
thundering by
as the wild horses
race across the meadows,
the sand, free
to roam as they please.

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