(Coaldale, Alberta, Canada)
Golden hairs stranded on barbed wire
Left for me, a memory of a minute
Spent gazing at a horse the color of the sun
A newly minted coin.
A horse with powers
To hold my heart
When all I've done
Is touch him once.
But a souvenir
Of a beautiful soul
The bracelet is long gone
But still in my heart he remains.
The dreams I had
Sunny, my boy
I love you.
I saw him once or maybe twice. He had a golden coat and a mane and tail as creamy as milk. I loved him from the time I laid eyes on him but for all my love I only touched him once.
I still relive the sensation of satiny-smooth hair under my palm. He looked back at me once with brown eyes, unreadable, and then continued on. I still loved him even though he didn't seem to return that love.
He was my second horse that I loved but I didn't own him and I would never own a single horse. That one moment led to another, the second and the last. He left me a gift; a few strand of tail hair on the barbed wire fence.
With perfect carefulness I extracted the hair and braided it into a bracelet. One day, the part-time maid came and it was gone. But the memory still remains - a golden horse and my love for him.