Saddle

by Lenore Plassman
(Washington, USA)

Packed from the fruit shed
hoisted over gate then up and up
groan and grit your mumbletypeg.
Red and White patient and stolid
you'd not know the surety of age piling on
quick as a starving bee
the years nags at the pump.

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