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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