Written by: Taylor Graham

Fifteen-two hands high, half a ton
of black horse – she bore me 
through dry arroyos and over alfalfa fields 
in bloom. But how could I carry her
to college? There’s no place in a dorm-room 
for a Morgan-Quarter mare. 

I dropped her – reins and all – into 
the hands of a stranger.

Forty-eight years later, I find
I’m still carrying her
in my mind.