ATLARIN

                                                           Eylülde bir öğle vakti

                                                           Fırlıyor

                                                           Kalbinin bahçelerinden

                                                           Atların

                                                           Terli, diri ve çılgın

                                                           Dörtnala

                                                           Uzak bir kentin

                                                           Issız sokağında

                                                           Geçiyor

                                                           Burnunu cama dayamış

                                                           Haylaz ve yalnız

                                                           O çocuğun önünden

                                                           Fırlıyor

                                                           Kalbinin bahçelerinden

                                                           Atların

                                                           Terli, diri ve çılgın