Mustaño

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<poem> Oh wild mustang, Indian friend, How deep your Dark brown eyes. To be here, with me, Standing, watching each other. I can see past your dark Eyes, wise with the land That is as untamed as your withers. I am you And you know it, That is why you stand here Before me, When you have the whole planes To run to.

Oh Indian pony, Old legend, Why am I not As you are? You can see past my Eyes and look into my soul, Its torment, Who could possibly be so cruel To place a horse, In a body Such as mine? You wonder. You stand there, Burning a flame into my eye With yours.

I am as you, But it is as if society, And life Has erected a barrier between us, And even though there is no fence, There is still the grasses To separate us.

Oh cruel fate, How are we not The same? You stand there, Swatting your tail, Looking at me with anticipation. Do you wish for me To run with you, To become the leader Of your herd? I could, at this moment, Run out and leave my cloths On the shrubs and Tall grasses, But why do I hold back? I am you. I am not you, That is why.

We were meant to Be together, But why are we apart? You tell me you Do not know either, So we stand watching Each other’s eyes. I could, at this point, Reach out and stroke your Nose, but I do not. You could come And nuzzle me affectionately, As one of your own, But this was not meant to be.

Oh great sire’s child, Your mane is long And tangled, Your nostrils move, Breathing evenly and calmly, Yet you are waiting. Waiting for what? You tell me that I am standing wrong. You say I am you, Why do I look different? I tell you I Don’t know Why, oh why, Why?

I chase you off, With tears welling in my eyes, Run along now, Your herd is calling, I can see them. Perhaps another time, Sometime, Wait for me, Please... </poem>

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