Bumping Heads

Horses and children, I often think, have a lot of the good sense there is in the world. ~Josephine Demott Robinson

by Sandi Martinez

Your big brown eyes stared me

down

I looked around, your paddock seemed

clean

But you coughed, as if the dust particles offended

you

The truth was hay lay strewn everywhere; flies buzzed,

made their

rounds

I went to scoop the day’s waste into a green

cart

You came around as if to supervise my

work

Did you know I’m new to

this?

As I grabbed a scoopful of stuff, you bent your head down to inspect my

work

And my head got clipped by

yours

I looked at you, really saw you; did you do this on

purpose?

Ty, why?

Advertisements