Haiku for the White Horses of the Camargue

Three haiku, for the
White Horses of the Camargue


Toss your manes, pick paths
through salt marsh, feathered reeds, lagoons.
Carry us to the sea.

As the sun rises,
Your hooves follow secret ways,
made in ancient times.

Gleaming white, you pass
through pale sea lavender, to
reach the water’s edge.

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