(written 10/3/2003 based on a dream)

The choice has been made for me
the lengths I go?
up this path shall she be
the dog viciously descends
and the two horses follow
terrorized I grab this dog
wrap my hands around and clinch
the muzzle
he will not bark
he will not bite
to train and seek for him my hunter
designed
but what--why two horses
only one I ride
So where is the other
the rider--up the path
this steep
this deep dirt -- now
where are you?