the soul of America is a fickle creature
a tired war horse
stubborn, moody, known to bite
easily spooked, easily fooled
temperamental and slow to forgive
she has bucked many a rider
but as soon as you start to think
that maybe she’s not worth the
trouble
she’s running free in the field
and then you see her
sinews straining
sweat glistening in the sun
hoofbeats like
thunder
and you remember what she’s capable of