Swishing Tails of Horses, October

Mine, says the glorious yearling claiming

the path, a rubber runner laid to save her feet.


She will be bought for a sheikh’s stable

in Australia, though she does not, cannot, know


her exact luck, this rosy grey Miss Universe

with mischief in her dark eye, the one eye


I can see as she prances her marketed flesh past

my porch.  It may be in time that she will race;


or failing that, will be allowed to breed, or live, or

not. I live by the auction house; I know


the scents and rhythms of the trade by now.  How

mistaken she is, believing she owns anything.


April Bernard’s most recent books are Miss Fuller, a novel, and Brawl & Jag, a collection of poems. (November 2017)

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