rodeo

my days in the rodeo
are numbered. i can't
keep bucking these
wild stallions
and broncos, breaking
the ponies in as they
come off the green
pastures. i'm sore
and my bones are
weary from the battle.
i'm covered in dust,
blistered and calloused.
it's been fun, but i
see the sun going down
on this profession,
time to ride slowly
and gently into the
cool blue night with
just one good horse.