Beauty from Afar
In an anonymous crowd,
Hips swivelled to a swaying rhythm,
Catching my attention like a chance at a game.
But I was faceless, just part of the backround.
On a day of sun and joy,
Four beautiful, bay beasts bearing
Merry riders cut along the road,
Their rhythm rolling along as we passed in our car.
On a time when she was broody,
Children trundled along, faces
Small and sweet and innocent:
Her eyes followed, longing…