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My birth certificate says:

She wished to be born a horse.


My mother was afraid to let me ride.

My father told me horses were stupid animals.


Outside Pickwick Stables where I wandered

the world thrilled to color TV

Rock and roll shook our hips

Elizabeth was crowned queen.


What do you want for Christmas?

A horse.

I never got one.


But today, while McConnell obstructs

While California smolders

While Haiti starves

I steal a quarter hour to wander Blue Chip Farm

where chestnut and chocolate standard-breds graze.


The yearlings feel frisky

They play chase across pastures green as Ireland

Tail flags flying

Running for the fun of it


They catch my breath

as does the jumper

whose muscled flanks propel him over the gate

“Put him to it again,” the trainer calls.


Before I return to vengeful Republicans


Pregnant woman in Texas planning desperation

I will take this jewel of horse time

and thread it on my necklace

of precious days.

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