Spanish Horses
Alex Dykes

Horses run like devil screams,
past the evergreens,
in the countryside of Spain.

I am barred here in Tennessee,

where the trees grow glistening
worm made tinsel
in bored patience,
for the barbed hooks of spring.

As nurses love old, dusty men-in-jars
for their wounds &
not their hearts.
We'll be found,
as beasts sleep,
in the attics of being.

The bright toys of our youth cracked
and hidden from view.
An homage to adulthood,
tied in twine
to the prayer that we might be forgiven our past,
though no man counts the sins of children.

About the author:
Alex Dykes lives in Johnson City, TN and is a former student of ETSU (East Tennessee State University) and a full time writer. Most of his poems are written while walking as he tries to encapsulate that feeling of constant momentum and constant change through the scenery and style of his poems.