Dressage lesson Poem by Chris Price
Dressage lesson
After raiding your wardrobe
I feel so much more myself.
I feel so much more myself
that I do a little dance
in red shoes, on tiny feet.
I clatter like a well-shod pony
down a cobbled street.
My dance is not for you
to judge, or even
see: I do my dance invisibly.
You will know it only by
the swinging hanger
where your riding jacket
used to be.
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