Mount

he rides in

when the horse foams

and he is in need 

of somethin’.

she barely noticed 

while herding hens,

dusted in her petty 

layering of coats,

polished and etched 

in paisley pen,

and ruffled 

by the busyness 

of livin’.

awakened,

she rightly observes,

and renders her decision.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Art: MBaldwinfineart2006

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