riding

the wind was strong off
the sea, the horse beneath
me lazy, older, I had to
work hard to get him to
do more than walk

we did make a jump
together, towards the end
of the hour, but I
was more tired than
he - I worked too hard

but the fresh air,
the pumping lungs,
the plied muscles
were all welcome, though
later I found it
hard to walk

I will try again
with the wind off the sea
next month - the
horse and me

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