This Illusioned

If wishes were fishes,
I'd sail the seas
Casting out riches
To all that I please.

I'd make it look easy,
Light and so breezy.
Then put my feet up.
Another full cup.

But the hoof that goes into
A mustang and pinto,
Roaming the wilds,
Alone and exiled,

A constant reward,
Overcoming untoward.
Hungry and sore
Hoping for more.

The sun beating down.
There's nothing around
To shelter from heat.
And little to eat.

Every small gift,
An achy leg lift,
So much to regard.
A constant reward.

Take all that is yours.
Tally your scores.
Out here on the stoop,
Spins life's hula hoop.


8/3/26
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