these horses

a field of horses
along the road makes you slow
down.
they pay you no mind,
behind the white post fence,
busy
with grass, with each other
under the blue
dome of this day.
the slant of a red stable
is in the distance.
their coats are black or grey,
some a rich
chestnut brown.
if she was with you, she'd tell
you something
you didn't know about these horses.
which one was old,
which one was young and could
still run,
but she's not here, so you drive
on, never knowing what there
is to be known.