Holly R. Appling lives in Canada.
Her poems have appeared in QWERTY,
Carousel, The Writer's Spot & Leaf Press.
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© 2011 Holly
R. Appling
Blinks
There have been three blinks—
a fly bites at hide & suddenly
it's a fit, a back shank contracts
in a little more agitation.
The cool fly bites again—
the stallion screws its hoof
into dirt, the bit slips &
begins to emit steam…
molars rattle like a kettle
about to shriek. Nerve
canals become atomic—
a tongue gulps at nothing.
The first arrogant rider is bucked.
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