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?