the fenced schoolyard…

in second grade i watched girls become horses. during recess they would gather and roam the playground, re-creating reality. boys were not invited. it is now obvious that in 1950 my feminine classmates faced restricted opportunities. i wonder how they lived their lives after the freedom they enjoyed as wild horses.


the fenced schoolyard became the wide-open range


girls transformed into mustangs,

appaloosas or roans, pintos or golden palominos,

then pranced and whinnied, raised their thin arms,

bent their wrists that became fore-legs of

stallions and mares, and streaked over their prairie

in multi-hued herds of the wild and graceful.


years later some would walk into corrals, barns,

accepting halters and saddles, except the ones

who could never give up their passion for running

through the pungent smell of sage, thundering over

the broad plains toward the gathering storms.



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I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

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