April Bernard

Swishing Tails of Horses, October
December 18, 2017 Bernard April

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 collection of poems is Brawl & Jag. She also writes fiction and essays, and teaches in the Bennington MFA Writing Seminars and at Skidmore College.