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Monday's Poem

Holly R. Appling lives in Canada. Her poems have appeared in QWERTY, Carousel, The Writer's Spot & Leaf Press.

© 2011 Holly R. Appling


There have been three blinks—
a fly bites at hide & suddenly
it's a fit, a back shank contracts

in a little more agitation.
The cool fly bites again—
the stallion screws its hoof

into dirt, the bit slips &
begins to emit steam…
molars rattle like a kettle

about to shriek. Nerve
canals become atomic—
a tongue gulps at nothing.

The first arrogant rider is bucked.