 sun baked day like all days just a day until it is something more the horses came two lean large eyed looking hungry horses two prosperity after hunger after want after white light so bright blinded now we can see what the hard ground will yield when we have more muscle only as good as the tools we use he used to say pride in his dark eyes leading thin horses up a rocky hill our horses our hill our chance a extra hot water cornbread day like sunday on tuesday celebration signs of our right to be lucky to continue to struggle in the storm to continue performing the miracle of pulling our skinny life from the dirt god sent horses we will eat only beans for a month to pay for them say hallelujah and pass the hot water corn bread pour the last of the syrup we fall down to get up always reaching we go forward no chance turned to slim chance we dance thankful for the promise in the horses we will fatten them planting hope in them like the seeds we will plant in hopes of harvesting more than ill will rolling down like the rain we pray up in the heat of 0ur deep hunger in soul to rise like the sparse shoots that defy odds to keep us just alive enough to want more two horses lead by a slender rope harnessing our future
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A poem by Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD: Horse Day
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