Emancipated Abigail left us
my daughter, her fiance,
her husband,
gone for all we knew
from we static few
.
By herself in front of
horses breathing hard
heaving by their morning practice
she scents,
she sights,
she grind her jaw,
hungry dog her
.
I’d never ever seen a horse ever in my whole life,
until there in the saddling round,
where, when
.
Her words tumbled out timpani, triangles,
as she,
with her tuning-fork eyes,
told me of beasts she had
known,
borne,
jettisoned like any miscarry
.
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