Ride On


Love takes twenty years to stitch
into a secret picnic where ladies
on horses ride across the stain of years
as the trees snow June memories
of a boy with black eyes who told her
to be careful not to damage her sight.
Now she stands on a balcony focusing
on the years engraved in her father’s binoculars.
A shadow of a seventeen year old virgin
on a veranda. Proud of her own design,
a gift for the children they never had.
The choices that weren’t hers to make,
though she loved him when she was
young and the heart gallops on.


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