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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