After the bay gelding’s leg has been
doctored, I walk the fence line looking
at bent posts and hair caught up on wire.
Clues don’t change the task ahead. Unload
the rolls of fencing and tools to start tomorrow
early. The horses will need to be stalled until
the work repairing the fence is done. New
tires for the truck will have to wait. Then the
day sneaks west and darkness gathers all
the colors back home, restored. Debt paid.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm