My Father and Horses

My mother making dinner for her children,
Alone.

We were together
Once more.

My father and horses.

The gates had all fallen down,
And I ran to see.

Walking up the hill,
He looked at me and said:
“Is that my son?
No, it couldn’t be…”

Without hesitation,
He kept walking.

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