The girth of the mare lays wet against my skin.
The sky unreels the caws of circling crows.
A rattling marks a snake’s intended sin.
Red dirt unfurls in dusty devil-blows.
At canyon’s edge on a sultry August day,
we climb on jagged rocks and slipping sand;
the intensity grows while horses balk and neigh.
We find the strays alive on the tableland.
Today, with horses caged beneath car hoods
and fainting shades of cattle wrangling chores,
we’d swap our boots for slippers—if we could,
and drop our weighted life in these outdoors.
As evening falls it forms a dusky dome.
The climb cannot compare to coming home.
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