Seahorses

This posse you can hold in your palm,
as they trail your lifeline,
wriggling like any living thing would
against flesh.

Riderless,
they take to your room with glass stalls,
gallop on their sides unsaddled.

What amulets they would make,
pendants to sway
as your own herd
or team to pull you
into conversation.

Bill Dubie