Ride From a Stranger
There was an old man with a long white beard and
matching mustache, driving a red convertible with a white interior.
He was driving down a long dirt road, trees on either side.
He pulls up next to me by a black mailbox.
It was a sunny day and a big blue sky.
I accept a ride from a stranger, our destination was a ranch.
We get out of the car to look inside the paddock.
Inside the paddock there were beautiful mares, Palominos
with white flowing manes.
A rancher opens the wooden gates to let the studs in.
Later that same day I am in a classroom, sitting in between
two beautiful girls with the same white flowing hair as the Palominos.
Two nuns are trying to teach us a bout the reality of how some
men truly are verses what we wish them to be.
There's a blackboard with words written on it... words I can't
make out. But I'm sure that I will understand what was written
when it's the right time.
by S.E. Clark
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2013
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