Jefferson Carter

A Centaur - Poem by Jefferson Carter


For laughs,
I imitate a horse,
lowering my bare shoulder
into the sand
of the arroyo, my wife
watching from above
& our son inside the blue backpack
watching while I roll, kicking
my hooves & neighing, husband
turned centaur, father
as some big animal.
The boy laughs
because his mother’s laughing
& I lurch to my feet, shaking,
blowing through my nostrils,
feeling foolish,
but what’s a family for?
Climbing back up,
I smell creosote & sage
& I understand the Greeks
who carried in their armor
a bag of spices
that smelled like home.

Topic(s) of this poem: family

Comments about A Centaur by Jefferson Carter

  • Gold Star - 5,757 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (9/6/2014 4:27:00 PM)

    parenthood is so much fun...we get to play at being anything we want to amuse our kids...nice poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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