A Poem by David Martin
January 23, 2018
Big Foot, The Horse
Angular boned thoroughbred
Painted brown on white
Ambled down the dusty and
Sun-baked path.
With rider and rein
Upon a bare back
Sweating and shedding
Onto my dungarees.
Wrapped power encased in
Muscles a-rippling
The chittering cicadas
The hot, withering sun
A tsunami of heat
Shimmering mirages
Wafting upward
From the scorched clay.
The dappled equine
Turned on a dime
Paroxysms of horseflesh
Flying back to the barn
Without the rider
Surprised, then afraid
Me, suspended there
Frozen in time, then
Striking the ground with
Electric ripples of pain
Radiating wild erratic lines
Of fire to extremities
Breathless, I laid
Till able to stand
I slumped to the corral
To scold my riderless foe.
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