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
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