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