She Loved Horses
An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.
Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.
I liked her snagged toothiness.
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure.
When she laughed, hooves stomped
into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.
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