Author Kay Ryan Cut out as a horse is cut from the pack. Peeled off, but a long time back. Now such a feeling for the way they touch and shift as one, the beauty when they run. Used by permission of the author. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments