WHEN I’M AN OLD HORSEWOMAN
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my social security on red wine and carrots,
And sit in the alley-way of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night and ride my old liver-chestnut gelding across the moonstruck meadow if my old bones will allow.
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod as I walk past the gardens to the barn and show instead the flowers growing inside stalls fresh lined with shavings.
I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel.
And I will be an embarrassment to all, who have not yet found the peace in being free to have a horse as a best friend.
A friend who waits at midnight hour, with a soft velvet muzzle, a nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.
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That's the way I want to go when it's time.