Photo by Maria Kaloudi

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.