Thursday, February 22, 2007

Poem #53 of 365

the clompety-clomp of a
horse greeted my early morning
doze and i imagined the burly
officer in shirt sleeves on this
bright day, heaving his neck
in slight nuanced turns
towards this house and that,
sizing up the neighborhood
based on make and model
of cars parked in driveways;
quality and condition of paint job
on these old wooden bungalows;
and the chiseled precision of high-dollar lawns.

if i’d had more gumption i woulda
sprinted to the porch, disrobed under
the glorious warmth of today’s sun,
and mounted that horse clad only in
the forever length of my black hair.

we together would continue the
urban promenade, a 21st century
godiva whispering mythology
into the ears of a p.d. officer
wandering through the smitten city.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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