walking forward with iron hooves
candy laden streets,troughs full to the brim
fire soaked cloths in dreams
parrots preening through the haze
pickled lathes riddled with fools at the ready
unto the daybreak the souls stagger
weaving
tapestry draped out among the littered dunes
ale for the ailing, juice squeezed from plaster walls
addled in their minds,mindful of the steps
each takes
steeling themselves
for salvation and destruction
fleeting moments filled with clarity and pain
the sun is rising, peeking from under the covers it held so tight
oranges and yellows wash into the indigo swaths
the horses of the third shift cough politely
their kind way of saying the night has lifted
the day has both ended and just begun
children will be waking
first shift will take them on their way
finally rest will descend as the sun continues to rise
for the people riding forward with iron hooves
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