Jewel

She was bay, with black mane and tail
Holding the space to balance
Me
To be on her bare back, my white legs
changing black chasing down the invisible
Desire
Veer right, left
Straight ahead
her brown legs feasting on speed
Forward smooth even fluid
Tabling tanned dust
Wind sweeping my hair, passing with the air
Smelling it now, summer was on forehead brow
I’m back there
Now
Running to fold grass, dodging trees, making laughs
Like rabbits playing games
I don’t hear the pine saw granules of the grind
Making more time, time to play
Staying on the back of her, bay

– Rachelle

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