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The Polo Lesson


Something that was lost


Big nets surrounded the ring


“Because sometimes people throw stuff,” the instructor said


Brenda riding a huge stallion and I get this tiny pony


who kept falling down and not getting up


I straddled him, he was so tiny


The children came down from the stands and put flowers around his hooves when

he fell


The pony liked this, he would eventually get up, lick a few noses, and the children

run back to the stands


And we’d trot off, trying to find the instructor and Brenda and the big stallion


I think his name was Tanya, the pony


The instructor I don’t know his name, he was always running off

with Brenda when he saw me, I think they were hiding underneath some straws


They were probably doing something; no, it just

seemed that way.


It was a resort place, a giant country club or something


in Michigan


The way Michigan is my infinity


I want to visit Michigan


Places to wander when they seek you out


Go into hiding or do not go




James Grinwis