Pony by Jeremy Nathan Marks

                      One Trick Pony CC


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Pony  

It is still a common practice 
at fairs 
to tie ponies to turnstiles 
so children may ride them
they wear blinders
walk in circles 
we pay their owners the price 
of the ticket

It’s called domestication 

While I am here to take 
the world as it is 
rain falls hard on my parasol 
at the pier 
the wind’s bluster tears 
at that canopy 
until my hands feel 
they cannot 
hang on 

This is interpolation 

So I wonder where do I 
meet that pony 
when do her 
poll
crest
and withers 
experience the sky 
with wide open eyes 
like an umbrella alive 
to its potential 
how does she stay awake
to her function 
without becoming 
an object 

These are my questions 

In the pupils 
of that little horse 
I meet my desire 
for God
between hemispheres 
of dark we both walk.  

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Jeremy Nathan Marks lives in London, Ontario. Recent poetry, prose, and photography appear/will appear in Apricity, Right Hand Pointing, Red Fez, The Blue Nib, On the Seawall, Dissident Voice, Mobius, Rat’s Ass Review, Muddy River, Literary Orphans, Floyd County Moonshine, Barren Magazine, 365 Tomorrows, New Verse News, and Unlikely Stories.