"A horse gallops away
across the plains,
his flank and ass
glistening in the sun,"
she smiled,
the way a mule never could,
and clicks her spurs together
to go home.
I'm not totally sure what this one is about -- it started, as I think a lot of my better poems do, with a phrase or two that I considered more than I usual. The scene emerged later, and it was disjoint, hence the intrusion of the speaker halfway through. I think that was also what I was going for when I changed the last stanza to present tense. It's pretty subtle (just 'clicks' instead of 'clicked'), and I'm worried it just seems like a mistake.
But there's something I like about this one. It's kind of austere, and the setting and the texture I was imagining come through, I hope.
