Metaphorse

if I were
to unhinge this frame
peel away this coat
toss wild this canvas

maybe
throw on a chestnut brown
some good shoes
unfold into meadow

stomp immaculate muck
prance alder carnivals
eavesdrop on rapids
gallop auroras

genuflect before horizons
drowse on rosehips
lean east with junipers
dip into canyon haze

no need of wings
nor gallant knight
just an innocent brush
to release me so

would they notice