Wild Horses

for Rosiland

That was the summer when Joseph knocked
     On his girlfriend's door, and she answered
Wearing a parrot on her T-shirt, nothing more,
     And took him by the hand and led him to her bed

Where he became a man, more or less,
     Although she wanted more, always more,
And Joseph didn't know if the fault lay with him
     Or if young girls were always

Kicking down stalls and galloping across fields,
     Breath steaming from their nostrils
In great clouds, haunches gleaming with sweat
     In the sunlight of their exuberance.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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