Snapshot

Through the morning mist, across
dark green pastures, a black horse
was painted on a white fence.

Only the gentle chewing and lazy swagger
of a tail gave proof the painting was
alive, the fog of breath not a puff of my
imagination...

a brief snapshot as the train speeds
into the dawn, a passing memento
of moments we overlook...of life
outside out windows

gng 4-12-08