At the Speed of Life

Sometimes
when life runs through you
with the pace of a heavy wind,

the goldenrod and cattails ignite for just long enough
and a horse stands in front of you unmoving beneath the cottonwood tree,
a young steer at her feet

kicking at her fetlocks
and staring into the dying sun,

reminding you to stop and see.

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