The Warp

O riding school

O riding school on the edge of the scrub

riding school whose hazy arid dust rises

high above the flanks of the horses

there see where my girl goes

now on a mare’s back

leading four others of those prancing ones

rising falling crested splendid

rising falling manes and bottoms

you astride looking back at me

taut thighs beneath your blue jeans

grip the horses’ flanks tightly

then plunge on cavorting snorting

as the day over we are taking them

to evening pasture

there’s dust rising

all round

red dust

now we go off the road down smaller lanes

under the arch of a deserted railway

and into a narrow leafy valley

which still has water

and now the horses

scent the sweet grass

and the damp of evening

and go careering

all the length of those slim fields

cavorting

plunging

delighted

crazy along that

quiet green valley

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