weaving through the trees,
the boy, bareback,
I think naked.
The rider is the passenger,
accompanied by his means.
to the other,
along the black mud.
as he guided them with a stick,
never slapping them,
just pointing it, forward, straight,
“More”, he said – “To the horizon”
“More”, he said – “Out and away”
“More”, he said – “Faster, faster, faster please!”