Deep White Stallions (1)

Immense impetus of wild white stallions, at high gallop crashing soft sand:

Sand, a crucial component of many beaches.

Sand, a crucial component of all concrete.

Sand, trod upon by hooves, of cartilege. Sand, getting up on into the hooves, of cartilege.

Concrete, solid, unmoved by tides.

Sand, shifting, tormented by tides.

Wild white stallions, in their raging ranging glory, come down to their hooves. Upon hooves do they stand. They find their footing there. Founded on their cartilege, wild white and deep stallions founder not.

Sand may become concrete, or may remain beach.

Concrete, forelorn and as founding as any father, sits near the beach, in sidewalk, becoming.

As beach, at large, is crash-clomped by short, soft, white stallions’ hooves, at high gallop. The hooves kick up the sand, tear at it, give it, in its shifty nature and character, great grief. Had the sand gone ahead with plans to become concrete, it would be otherwise. The concrete would attack and destroy these marauding hooves. The stallions would then have to be put down. Who would do that?

Founding fathers?