a horse
eats grass
at the base of a hill
a hundred yards
from my house
my daughter
calls her
Tasha
my wife wonders
whose horse it is
she’s pretty
my daughter says
I agree
my wife looks worried
about what
I can’t remember
it will be all right
I say
she isn’t buying it
my daughter asks
if she can ride
Tasha
her name isn’t
Tasha
my wife says
how do you know
I ask
and no you can not ride her
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