While meeting horses

On Sunday, Dad day,

I want them 

To know


I understand


Their bursting wet sighs 

And glazed stares

Through soft lashes.


I share a room 

With my mom and sister.


I had never seen

A creature with

Bulging strength

Exist gently.


With animal telepathy

Mastered at 8,

I stared at them

Through stable bars 

And apologized 



They had to be there.

Submitted: August 13, 2018

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