Rudderless Horse

Playing with words:

A rudderless horse
A riderless ship
A butterbug and a ladyfly
Two conepines and a pinlinch
A bump that goes “thing” in the night
Beaver eagers and fly soxes.
As for Jomeo and Ruliette
A nose by any other name would still smell.

Sitting on the curb
At the corner of north
And east
Waiting for
A breath, a sign, a
Tear.

I am moved
Unmoving
A rudderless horse,
A riderless ship.

Peace, People.