She looks down
from her window’s height
from her white horse’s back.
She knows the men will always be bigger, stronger
make more money
have the law on their side
Not for her the powerful arms, pitchfork, place at the head
Not for her the football fame or Olympic accolades
Not for her to ride astride into or out of danger
She takes advantage
or at least vantage
wherever she can.
She looks down.
Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
After Winslow Homer: Rustic Courtship and The Bridle Path, White Mountains
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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