Boston, July 2010

Boston, July 2010
by Sarah Endsley
The horses are dark
& skittish–
and when I turn,
their eyes flare–
I’ve always ridden bareback,
couldn’t stand the saddle
In the wild, they’d
have no reason
to fear. In the
wild, no need for
ptsd. Or proof.
The lightning’s the entertainment.
I almost
teared up
being places
I’d been a
half life ago.