Weeds

sometimes it feels as if
my thoughts are weeds
obscuring the sky
of possibility
i must continually remember to
shift focus, to rest out in
the vast open

Sarah Thomson

Healing The Mare

Just days after the vet came,
after the steroids that took
the fire out of the festering
sores--out of the flesh that in
the heat took the stings too
seriously and swelled into great
welts, wore thin and wept, calling
more loudly out to the green-
headed flies - I bathe you
and see your coat returning,
your deep force surfacing in a
new layer of hide: black wax
alive against weather and flies.

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