Noontide Ride
Now she comes
knocking at stable doors,
smells soft scented
burnished straws,
cross-stitch
scatter cushioned sunbeam floors,
she’s all
tacked up, but still wants more,
sometimes
backwards forwards facing,
point to
point and steeple-chasing,
saddle
hunter’s back front and center,
chasing wild
thrills that will repent her,
races steaming sun at the speed of joy inside,
breaks sound
barriers on a noontide ride.
Now she’ll never
repeat a same shirt twice,
although she’s
poor, she possesses paradise,
ribbed and
veined, well what’s a girl to do?
she didn't know what she was getting on to:
swinging stallion
stirrups to come with you,
eyes closed heavenly while thinking psalms,
sugar lumps
will melt in outstretched palms,
trot to
gallop gripping bare-backed slide,
show jumping,
tosses mane with pride,
outstripping
records on a noontide ride.
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