HORSE PEOPLE IN THE SUN

strange people

dirt-tanned the colour of the horses they ride

in bobble hat helmets

of 

fake crochet

in hiccuping tailbacks

on

the

hosp

back road/the bunny dappled giant rat hill

of

misty breakdown mornings

i weave thru spitting summer flies

thinking

I NEVER SEEN A LOOKER ON A HORSE

but thats not true

i have

just not many

and not around here