gallop through a prairie
horse white mane
soft morning light
the sun rose up again

without a saddle
free as a bird
bolting wildly
away from the herd

where is he running
what awaits there
devoid of direction
he may not care

joyous movement
through time and space
on his own terms
far from the race

never mind the trophies
now all given up
new sense of freedom
forget Melbourne cup