Original poems and found images
–by Mia Sara
It’s a hard trick to pull off,
dropping the reins on a rider-less horse.
No rope, no saddle, no “Thank you, m’am.”
It’s a long walk home to an empty stable.
The halter. The harness. The wasted feed.
Spit the dust from your mouth
and insert the bit, the one you love.
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