As a child I craved being
with horses all the time
I wanted to be a horse
I galloped, reared, kicked and nickered.

When I spied a new thing I would
walk up to it cautiously, roll my
head forward and
down to get a good look
jumping to the side with a squeal.

I’d approach it again to smell
it with an air of
suspicion and high
alertness all the while
making snorting and blowing sounds

Then growing up
I realize
I too am
a beast of burden.

03/19/2007

Posted on 03/19/2007
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