Riding Ain’t My Thing

Back in the saddle,
I realised that
riding ain’t my thing.

I left – my
saddle bags
draped about
my shoulders –

released my
weary mount and

walked

walked

walked

the high road,
heavy load
all my own –
delightfully so –

mine

mine

mine

alone.

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