the fucked-up thing
about self improvement
is spending countless hours
and thousands of dollars
in pursuit of the
improvement part
only to realize
[maybe]
that the self part
was all you wanted
and always there

today was
an odd day

kind of
blue

an in-between
sort of
day

we were drawn
to her
for similar reasons
for her, our love
for us, her light

We’ve ventured far
from our lives
among the horses

The mouthy dust
of unpaved roads
carved by foot and hoof