Well pillowed, I chew orange slice candy,
and preside over green quilt pastures,
forget the floorboard. Central hump
becomes hill from which cardboard
cabin commands view of grazing horses.
Front seat parents provide soundtrack.
Daddy whistles background. Mama sings.
Home on the Range. Oh what a Beautiful
Morning. Mares Eat Oats and Does Eat Oats.
I look up, out the window, see Arizona sky
glow with the color I just learned to call azure.
I canter my palomino mare up the hill so
she can see too as we traverse paradise.
October 8, 2010