Image by Barry Spacks
Once I felt like a rodeo bull,
snorting, enraged, boxed-in by gates
that an easing latch might open at last...
and then? I expected to leap beyond pain,
magically free of the tightened strap
at the groin...instead came human weight,
intent of my designated rider,
and all my terrible bucking.
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