Hitchhiker

We stopped to build horses
made out of bone
whispered in their ears
to teach them speech
rode them through the night
along Indian trails and fire bush
arriving to the horizon by sunrise.

The stranger’s car
drives so sleek and fast
like a living thing
one hand on the wheel
his other hand on the things I made
the creatures that put their faith in me.

This is so much better I tell myself
not to live…

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