The Thing About Rust
Things Carried
Empty horseshoe
With rusty nails
Plucked from
The worn trail
Inverted
For good luck
The empty shoe
Stood tucked
Standing in honor
Lying in state
Next to a knife
And a Civil War plate
My horses
Ran barefoot
The shoe
Remains empty
Empty of luck
Empty of horse
Just like my heart
Empty of course
