She’s In, Mate

The old mare

was just about

bullet proof

her skin so thick–

impenetrable by

the pesky needle

nosed mosquitoes.

Once a race horse

but blew

her hocks

so she hobbles

in the hobbles

shackled to her feet.

But her eyes

hold a fire

of desire

to see reality

and pass around

the key of

sweat equity.

Once the laughing

stock of gang stocking

going on years after a

lifetime of narcissists

and it’s a wonder

she’s not a biter

but only a sniffer.

(Photo by Natalie Naleli of Unsplash)

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