Halter and harness
just aren’t natural
for poems. Sometimes
I try a two-finger whistle,
sometimes cupped hands,
sometimes gently,
breathy, whispery,
a secret to my lover’s ear.
They never come when I ask,
but when they are ready,
maybe for a carrot,
or just a rub,
they nudge me with
velvet noses.
Randi Lynn Sanders is currently enrolled in the Master of Fine Arts program in Creative Writing at Mississippi University for Women. Randi lives on the gulf coast of Florida, where she maintains her own financial advisory practice while honing her craft in her spare time, usually before or after market close.
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