Sunday, June 16, 2024

The horse she rode in on Feb. 18, 2024

 

 

If a picture tells

 a thousand words,

then the picture of her

 amid all those people

she calls friends

sends a message

to someone that she is

 not alone in the world,

a member of a tribe,

people she can rely on

 to help her in need,

 though in the end,

she will be leaving them behind,

making one small joke

 about one of those

whose face appears

in the photo as if his head

 is attached to her shoulder,

 and thus will be with her

on her long trip north,

at least, in spirit –

 all this to suggest

 she has friends

and may be more

after she moves,

 a somewhat sad take

in which she says

everything except the actual words

“good bye, as sad a tale

in some ways as her tale

of how she won’t be able

to ride the horse she just rented,

her world changing again – forever.

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