A semi-circular sea of thin five petaled orange red pink white European flowers

near the digital clock in TST East planted in the light brown toilet tiled cement flower container

near the same tiled toilet looked at the second time

still doesn't give me that sense of pleasure like they did in Europe when hanging in small pots outside windows

against white walls

just this cheap feel

and the bare twigs of a tree looming above it

is a hundred times

better looking

more suited to this busy city

City people like exotic little things

buy or capture them

in abundance

call it taste

Free spirited souls ride horses to buy that sense of freedom in roaming the untamed wilderness

But in capturing a horse and putting him in a stable

a four footed soul is kept all day in three blank walls

developing pyschosis and neurosis

when they should be rolling on grass

chasing away foals

and potential enemies

and making love to mares in paries high and medows wide

Flowers are born to blush unseen

Why are horses born to be ridden?