The Horse Pasture
- The Horse Pasture
two sisters cut burdock milkweedand long grasses leaning on an electric fencetwo sisters play house between treesthese two trees are minethose three are yours
these homes are thick and strongunmovingalways laughingin the wind nevera loud voiceor a slap
two horses hidin the trees stand stilllong strands of hair blow outin the breeze like branchesfather does not come here
instead he yells from the gardenthey won't get supper if they don't hurry uphow can they be so damn slow?
with machetes and shears rustedtwo girls huntthe next blade to be cut downthey all must be cut down [End Page 52]
Lisa Fink, born from milk and snow in Minnesota, now lives and works in Charlottesville, Virginia. Her poems and reviews have appeared in magazines like Spinning Jenny, Spout, Rain Taxi, and Forklift, Ohio.
