homecoming

After the rodeo

of flour and gift wrap
settles to a powder
of glitter-dust,

there is a lull, a lust,
before young broncos
gallop the horizon, home
for a brief chuck-wagon

of mad, rawhide roping
and doting. I ponder the past,
the litter, the barren task
of a cyclone’s patina,

the bucking, testing
and crossing of lines,
an empty pen, and the thrill
to ride again, for just a day.

Tess Kincaid

December, 2010




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