The Galloping Horses at the Petrol Station

I heard the horses gallop
by the petrol station.

Fuel seeped through the
engines, tank after tank

filled up until breaking
point.

Revved-up dictators fuel
the engines, swerving

past the signposts telling
them to think twice.

I now realise why the
horses galloped

into fields of magnolia
and chrysanthemums.

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