On the Edge of a Cliff and Ready to Fly

Dream of all the rain that falls
gutters leaking at barn’s edge
pony’s halters left on nails
gone starved cold
their smell is still here hair hoof prints
I search among hay around corners
hoping I will see my horses
whole brushed happy
tears or rainwater pound
I chastise my father as child he is
I was studying spanish verbs death of a salesman
while gone my poor ponies
starved in the barn