He Rode Tall

excerpt

Maybe, thought Joel. But, on the other hand, what price can you
put on a palomino filly that allowed a young girl to find herself?
“Sorry, Mr. Schwartz. I appreciate your offer, but the filly is no
longer for sale.”
Joel quickly jogged the buckskin to catch up with Tanya, who
was way ahead of him by now. When they got back to the barn
they gave each other big hugs and lots of words of celebration,
telling each other how well they had done. Their section of the
barn, which until now was a very quiet and practically abandoned
aisle with no other horses and no traffic, all of a sudden filled
with lots of people to congratulate Joel and Tanya and take a look
at the horses.
And that was just the start. With Friday being just the first of
the three-day show, Tanya and Joel continued their success.
Tanya took first-place on both Saturday and Sunday to sweep the
show. And Joel came in as the runner-up both days.
After the show was over, Joel could tell that he had witnessed
something special. This really wasn’t the end of a show for his
young partner, but the start of her career. With her momentum,
he wondered how far she could go.
It was late on Sunday when they loaded up and pulled out of
the show grounds. Joel guided the old truck and the trailer out of
Great Falls and then they realized that they hadn’t eaten since
noon; they were both running on adrenaline. It would be a few
hours before they would even be home for a midnight snack, so
they decided to stop at the diner at the last gas station on the edge
of the city. Even though it was late, the kitchen was still open and
there was one waitress on duty. Joel’s finances were tight and he
had to figure out his next move soon, but for now, they both
deserved a decent celebratory meal.
Over dinner, Tanya said, “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask
you: as you came out of the ring on the first day of the show, what
was that conversation that you had with Mary Lou’s husband?”
“Oh, nothing really,” replied Joel.
“Come on now. You can’t do that. What did he say to you?”

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Marginal

Window
Standing on one foot
the disabled dark side of life
stuck on Earth by its extremities
hidden as if stolen
from the safe of the rich man
and this small window
graces the poor with its view
fresh watermelon that
relieves the conflagration of July
wind, wind whirl, twister
exquisite dance of sand
song over the shiver of waves
urchin in the shallow depression
of the rock and its schism
into which the crab hides
and staring at the above void
it delves into the eternal
and you, half-naked, stand
on the terrace to look at the last
passengers disembarking the ship

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Twelve Narratives of the Gypsy

And you rebel chaser of Christians
why you fight with such envy
to return the joyous religion
and you curse and hate all things
while you chant ancient rhythms
your ancient gods and books?
Your struggle is all in vain.
These are different times, different
language, different names and
remember the Nazarene was
unjustly crucified like a thief
and like a killer; his heavy
shadow passed over the whole
earth and the eyes of Virgin
Mary nailed you on your spot.
Time will come when you both,
Pagans and Galileans, will shake
hands, oh you, wide eyed and
drenched by life’s potion
you’ll see ghosts as ghosts
and you’ll extend your hands
to grasp all that have survived.

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