Nolan Hatcher: Poetry

 Ask the Wide Horse
 Nolan Hatcher

                        Ask the wide horse
                        Why he has whimsy
                  Sprouting from his back
            As he enters the market,
                  Secure in his delusion.
                        The ridges he rides
                  Are stairways of dream,
It seems his hoofs have never been
      Able to realize a successful
                   Kiss with the earth.
            His jokes cease to exist
                  Upon their punctuation;
                        Still, he guffaws
            With no teeth in his gums,
And blankly downs a stolen pear.
            The market hears him fly,
      Smells his ride all the time,
            But does it even notice?
                        Ask the wide horse.