The little girl on the red pony
Smiles for the camera,
Gap-toothed grin and
Wal-Mart cowboy boots.
An improvised white Stetson
Knocked away by the fall wind
Skitters across the dirt
Leaves clinging to the felt.
The red pony, tired and old,
Grimly plods in circles
The girl's dirty hat
Tilted like a carnival ride.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Red Pony
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