Photo by Maria Kaloudi
The Highest Noon
She was wild before the breaking
prone to shaking her mane with gleaming consternation
with every rider thrown before a claiming could take place –
bit by bit.
But this one had broken her like sod
before parading her through town
in shoes fit for nothing short
of labor
Now she was
owned
prancing beside him
cursing through salt-dried lips
choking on the sugar at the back of her throat.