Max
by Terry Theiss

Horse breath is like a blanket

around me

and on a cold day it’s like a fog

encircles me like a curtain

I can’t see out, so I look in                                   

like through a lens

to depths of heart,

self,

gut

so like a radio

it sends and receives

waves of emotion

visible like an aura

to a horse

when I breathe.

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