Rusted WireA Poem by JRShe used to visit this horse in his paddock and he would delight to see her he would stamp his hooves and jump his skin would dance and flex smooth over his muscles he would hurry over to the fence, kicking dirt and she would feed him sugar cubes and run her fingers through the rich weave of his mane; Over time, though, he changed the limitless velvet of his hide now matted and thinned his muscles still did their dance, there, like always, under his skin but he didn’t stamp his hooves anymore he didn’t kick up dirt he would slowly trot his way to the fence so he could lick the sugar from her offering, poked between the rusted wire and she’d put her hand on his head, feel the age beneath run her fingers over the rough grain of his snout through the thinning glory of his gray mane he’d look at her with those wet oil eyes and they both knew they couldn’t keep doing this forever © 2020 JR |
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Added on February 12, 2020 Last Updated on February 12, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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