It’s not about how we
shake off as much as
we can of the black dirt
and take a bite
without washing off the
tiny little white strings
it’s not even about
how the carrot tastes
when we dig it up warm
sweet, crunchy, juicy
it’s more about the horse
whinnying in its stall
that knows the sound
of our footsteps
and smells the carrots
we bring.
Eileen Malone grew up in the U.K. and Australia and now lives in the coastal fog at the edge of the San Francisco Bay Area where she founded and directed the Soul-Making Keats Literary Competition. Her website is eileenmalone.us