where the cold wind blows warm

a wild indian

gallops forward on his horse,

across the rising and setting suns,

his horse snorting and puffing frantically,

yowling wildly,

spinning, spinning,

dancing, dancing,

under the stars,

creating to destroy,

as dizzy as the sun,

as dizzy as the moon,

lightheaded, dizzy, silly, free,

Author's Note

inspired by my dad's tales of his youth and the doors.