Escape to
Paradise
I slam the
door of today’s grind
Clenching
the steering wheel, it drives
The 15
paved miles of the treadmill road
An
eternity away from tomorrow
My mind’s
sand paper thoughts,
Cemented
to brevity with muscles taut
The
blinker snaps me back. A left turn to
hear
churning
gravel. Arching till I see the dust
trail rise
Swinging
the door open and breathing in
To release
everywhere I have been
Fresh cut
grass and dried out hay
Newly laid
shavings air freshen my soul
Grasping
the halter and lead that I won’t need
My legs
steer me to where I wish to be
Straight
out the back gate and down dirt path
My heart
leaps at the first sight of paradise
I sing
“Willow” and can’t hold back my grin
As she
lifts her head and nickers through my world
Trotting
in a zig-zag pattern till she meets my hand
That holds
her orange prize to crunch
My hand
reaches into the abundant tote of tools
To remove
the layer of clay and day of dust
My artist
has tattooed from head to toe
Stroke
after brush is therapy to heal my soul
Perfectly
sparkling as though no rain has fallen
I slip the
bridle around her face
Parting
her hair to left of the broken star
In that moment, I am free 
Performance Poem by Diane Doll
Midnight Stroll
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