I was there

Between being a mom

And

Being the one

Upon whom

You blame everything

I was a cowgirl

in the woods

We were running

Standing

Alone

Under

The moon

Or Stars

In dreams or ditches

My mare changed colors for me

Whenever I wanted her to

We walked

Alone

I could remember

Beaches, drunken airways, lost sinking ships

Power of fours

And cry for the loss

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Photo is of Diane’s horse “Bam” in 2012 ©dianegreen

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