Horses
I hear horses whisper here
they trot the river’s trail
like hot wishful thinkers
I wanted a horse once
when I ranched cattle
but I was told
they’re not a profit
I wanted to be
a pediatric nurse
but I was told
we got no open spot
my pop brought me a pistol
I was asleep
he shot my pillow
then I awoke
and I thought
I will be an artist
and they joked
I hope I never whisper
“I can not”
~ §tacy §weeney
published 05/17/2015
Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels. When she’s not visiting museums or researching the latest trends in contemporary art, you can find her hiking in the countryside, always chasing the next rainbow.
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