Poetry of Issue #9        Page 9

Steady Stare

A horse stands
and stares, roan
blurred in pasture
browns and green.
Still and stoic,
uncombed and swayback,
a statue posed
on untrimmed hooves.
Ears flick at my
staccato stutters
from internal combustion
mower engine,
stubborn and loud,
in a hurry to clip
and shear next door
to his silent stare.
until he slowly
When he swivels
his head, haunch and hips
follow, steady
measured steps through
tall grass, his own
pace repeated each day.