Riley

Ride horses with red pleats, my lover shakes a head no; sways gently in the breeze, demands an answer at noon, asks why I'm so slow, my heart beat like a drum, like the air I breathe, the kids are at home, is all my past a turkey, I have to tell her soon, stop chewing on this bone, break free of her school, raise spirits to believe, gallop instead of roam, beyond some innocent me, want to dance in the sun, enjoy my sepia moments, give myself some room, even on my bones.