Four mares, flank to flank




on a downtown sidewalk:
      Appaloosa, a royal silver

service. Two Clydesdales
and a Morgan—fourteen hands.
Pinwheel tails. Brushed, hair falls

      like thin, glinting fish
      slapping pavement. 

Blinders on, this world is only
what's ahead: the brick wall,
painted white; my quiet
red bicycle; the homeless shelter's
constant, blanketed out-

      pouring.


 


 


 


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Katherine Fallon graduated from Bryn Mawr College in 2003 and received her MFA from Sarah Lawrence in 2006. She has poems in Re:al and is currently living in Denver, where she writes classified ads for a living.