Collies, gold and white fist strikes
Running beside me palms slap
As I explored foot slams
Orchards of oranges and owls, me against the floor
Beaver dams hands rip
Abandoned in summer. heads off my dolls
Polished maple posts legs spread
Stretched sheer white lace forced apart
Over my head, by arms wider
A walk-in closet than my thighs
Held handcrafted horses, I can’t speak yet
Stuffed elephants and bears. can’t say no
Chestnut horse, nurses jab needles in wrists
Flaming in the sun, cold fingers bruise me
Neighs soaring in the wind, asthma restrains me
Swift as a kite muscles tear
To ride away as I lunge
On. for air
Thank you to the editors of The Sonoma Mandala: Literary Review, Vol. 17 for first publishing this poem.
Assemblage horse by Dickens.
yeah
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