Twelve Ponies
Twelve ponies with
The names of stars
Headed to the north.
Several hours before,
They had escaped
From a broken gate.
The sun came out ahead
Creating an arc of colors
Against the dark clouds.
But the rain still poured
Heavily in the path
Of the galloping ponies.
The arc grew brighter,
Its one end reaching
Over the mountain peaks,
Its other end bowing down
Toward the moist earth
And the steaming ponies.
One by one they stepped
Onto the rainbow bridge,
Climbed up to the top
And disappeared
Behind the mountains.
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