Wild horses I know nothing about wild horses only that their ferocity and beauty thrive in the impetuous autonomy of non-restraint. The stallion rears up, snorts, dances on two legs. Basic blind instinct moves mares into his harem. I loved a man once who summoned women with a sideward glance, a crooked smile, chomped at the bit of belonging, crowded phone numbers and names into the corral of short-term memory. I know nothing about wild horses only that they thrive in the impetuous autonomy of non-restraint. (c) Deborah J. Hunter 2001
	Deborah J Hunter is a poet and spoken word artist  from Houston Texas. Teaching courses on self-esteem through self-expression, and poetry performance.