A Horse, of Course
November, 2007
A horse will work until she’s exhausted.She’ll plow through fields as disinterested            as agents page through piles of rejected            manuscripts that fame’s not anticipated.
A horse who’s led to water has wastedher time. And horses trained to multi-gaited            races can step on toes. Those supported            by literary dreams are as comforted
as horses thrilled by a win. Escortedto winners’ circles, they at least feel accepted             by readers who enjoy more than expected,            more than the clever experts suggested.
A horse plods at break-neck speeds committedto the long haul. If dead before lifted            to published ranks, at least I existed            in God’s sweet realm, already spirited.
A horses’ eyes magnify repeated            scenes, like a bull fly’s does.
                        Not mine, but my poems completed.