December 26, 2017

Poetry: “Modesty”

Tied blinders on the mare again

She kicks up dust
Diamond horseshoes
With common muck
And still fancies herself
Wiser out of the stable

How that inner wraith

I fit her bridle
So she can’t feel
The pull
Of a nonentity’s
Speechless influence

It’s what she doesn’t know
That keeps her
Searching for carrots
Of encouragement
But not like the kind
She gets
After the silver spurs
Dig deeper
Into her rupturing flank

And I ride her
In an uncanny facsimile
Of ladylike modesty
Just for show.


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