Me and Regina

take a little ride through the heifers.
It’s cold and the mornin’ shadows are runnin’ long.

Our horses leave a clear path
through a meadow of dew-laced spider webs.

There ain’t a misadventure to be seen.

Our coats are buttoned to the neck against the chill

but the sun’ll soon let loose those buttons one by one.

The horses sense there’s no work to be done

and settle into a lazy head-down shuffle.
The air’s still and quiet but for the huff of the horses

and the wake-up call of a sleepy meadowlark.

This might be a day worth notin’.

It ain’t always this smooth.