Afternoon lesson by Alan Bagnall

No,
I am not
Paying attention.
My earnest expression
is deception,
Over high passes
I am riding my black
stallion through golden
grasses, bareback.
Mountain peaks
gleam against the sky.
Crossing now a river,
Only Caleb and I.
Caleb’s horse stumbles.
Caleb! I cry.
Oh! Caleb!
Everybody turns,
Teresa giggles
and my face burns.

© Alan Bagnall

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