Karen St. John Vincent presents “Honor the Horse”
Grass bends under booted foot. Move gingerly, miss the meadow muffins. “Move like an Indian.” Heads lift from grazing, turn to watch. Birds call from tree to tree. Step. Breathe. Step. Breathe. The lead mare approaches. I stand, breathe. She bows her massive head. Her long black mane, like dread locks Falls over me. The brief nuzzle, The blow […]
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