feeding time in the stable
the horses are mind readers and can sense
your footfalls hitting concrete steps
from over fifty yards away
though they’ve been fed they’ll need
another meal somewhere down the line
in between new hired hand
hauling empty pails
up thirty-three steps seven times a day
the trails are sloppy from the january thaw
but the horses are quite content
staying put for the foreseeable future
and reminiscing about longer days
about a scoop of grain and two flakes of hay
january two thousand seventeen
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You took me into the warmth of that stable…
thank you for visiting there…