I Saw A Friend Today

Who whispers to horses
And talks to all animals
Her family adopted her
When she was five
From Russia
And when she grew
An American mind
They kicked her out
To sink or swim

We were friends
When we met
Me, old, wrinkled and gray
She of blonde hair
And laughing eyes
She talked
To my horses
My dogs,
And me

Today both delighted
With our unplanned meet
Laughed and hugged
Hugged and laughed
Told our tales of living
And loving
And growing on our own
Her daughter talks to horses
And her son loves dogs

We
Wondered
But spoke not
Why
Her
Parents
Threw
Her
Away

Retrospect

The smoke rose lazily
Entwining with more above
Almost sensually
To lay on the ceiling

Eyes held eyes hands held butts
Smoking was romantic
Bogie, Bronson, Marvin
held lighters and romance

All gone cigarettes kill
No one says, "Play it a-
gain, Sam" anymore. Farewell
to legends

Is there a triple dactyl? Trying my hand with a different poetry style at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

Temptation, Thy Name Is Horse!

Sam and Levi...wranglers,

 brought the gray brothers to my work.

Levi will not part with this four year old

but this three-year-old gray stud is for sale.

I want them both but Levi is not budging.

Give a hundred for both, Levi.