By Kassandra Milligan

Miles were counting up

Fear and anxiety so high

Overwhelming sense of

leaving this body

It gallops free among

our bloody plains

It races across the oil rigs and

in the August open sunset

Completely mystified

by the beauty of the red rocks

Slowly connecting to

untouched soil

It wept with the sky as

the rain poured moving east

It longed for when the stars would

begin to peak

And night would begin to fall