The Riders - a Poem for the Sunday Muse
The Homeless
Horse and Rider
A homeless pair
nameless two
walking the streets
he was a stray
she has run away
they lived under a bridge
ate whatever
folk in passing cars
would bring
or drop
into their buckets
more money than food
money that was
hard to spend
they'd ride
to the edge of town
plains to the north
seashore to the south
there they'd
gallop to
their content
bareback 'cause
she'd hocked his saddle
then one day
they didn't come
homeless horse had died
no animal cemetery
in their town
where could she turn
there'd be no wagon for him
dog food and glue
from processed horse
not in her vocabulary
what to do
with her dead homeless horse
horse with no name
horse without a saddle
what to do
she cried and cried
and cried the next night
her homeless horse was gone
gone but still here
dead
here dead leaving her alone
the second morning
she didn't wake
she'd died crying
crying to sleep
sleep that didn't wake
autopsies told
O.D. for her
worn out for him
no more were the
homeless riding
pair
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Carrie for the Prompt Photo at the Sunday Muse #240,
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Labels: Animals, Dark, dark poetry, Poem, prose poem, Sunday Muse 01
posted by Jim @ 12/17/2022 10:43:00 AM
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