Sister (A Tritina)
As I grew up you were hardly ever
there. I was lost in my own childhood’s Now,
all I wanted was to ride wild horses.
You were grown and gone away to other horses,
helping problem kids, the kind who never
cared for living creatures, find their Now
stroking a mare’s soft muzzle. And now,
too late, of course, I remember horses
were what you truly loved, would love forever.
Wherever you are now, there must be horses.
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