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 for first publishing this poem.
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