Let’s swap war stories and see who’s is worse.
Let’s go hunting and figure out who balks
when it comes to the kill-shot.
We can make plans to spend the Holiday’s together
before you cancel, knowing that our parents
more in common than we do.
Or we could go to Gatlinburg, and I can spend
the entire time wondering why
I ever decided to leave the farm.
Let’s see who is happier at happy hour
or in the hallway of a barn with no lights,
watching the storm roll in over the mountains.
I’d rather polish tack with a stray dog and a barn cat
for company, with a horse who knows
when to look to the horizon and move
on to greener pasture.