Your World My World, Stephanie C. Smith

autumn iiAutumn, Romona Youngquist, 48 X 48, Oil

Your World My World


If I rode horses
like you do
and lived by the river
you’d want to be my friend
on weekends
and help me
name the world
but I don’t ride horses
and I’ve gone ahead without you
Zelda is the way I stare
Beatrice is the rain

If you were raised by wolves
your eyes would grow
like mine
better in the darkness
your heart would fit
inside my mouth
I’d carry you
through hurricanes
and then you’d have a name
Let the horses ride
without us

Stephanie C. Smith

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