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Underscored

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A moment of
Peace and
Grace,
Underscored,
The only comment
On my paper,
With an arrow
Pointing up
To my words,
Where I'd described
That what I do
At the barn
Is routine.
Structured, same,
Every time I go,
Written in my veins.
I didn't write about
The smell of the dust
In the air when I sweep,
Or the smell of the
Wet dirt
In the arena,
Or the smell of the sweat
Drying white on the traces
That used to lay flush
To a skin.
I didn't write about
The blisters on my toes,
The rope burn on my fingers,
The cut in the top
Of my boot.
I didn't write about
The scratch of the broom
And the scrape of the shovel,
The plink of the hose
Hung above in the rack.
I didn't write about
The clatter of grain,
The thunk of a latch,
The bang of a door
Sliding back into place.
I didn't write about
The sound of
Boots on rubber mats
Or the whip of
Winter wind
Through gaping
Swinging doors.
I didn't write about
The warmth of
Heat lamps hung from
The ceiling,
Casting the aisles
In a soft golden glow.
I didn't write about
The tightness in my throat,
The itching in my nose,
The flecks of straw that
Cling to my jacket.
I didn't write about
The hay fleas
That leave biting
Angry marks on
My hands and forearms.
I didn't write about
The red raw of knuckles
Caught in a gap,
The quick nick of skin
That drips blood in the dirt,
The callouses between
My thumb and first
Finger, raised enough
To pinch at and
Gone the next day.
I didn't write about
The tinkling of halters
Hanging on their hooks,
The quiet, gentle trickling
Of automatic waterers.
I didn't write about the rain
That patters on the tin roof
Feet and feet overhead,
Whisking tiny droplets
Through
A barred-overwindow.
I didn't write about
The weight of wet jeans
That cling to skin,
The sharp, sweet tang
Of pink shampoo
That foams on white
And comes off clear.
I didn't write about
The creaking of harness
Reclining on hooks
In a room too small
To hold it all,
But hold it does.
I didn't write about
Bleachers covered in
A thin dusting of dirt,
Brushed clean enough
To sit on, back against
The one behind,
Leg braced on the stair,
Rubbing oil into
A cracked and warped
Piece of leather
With a matchless sock
Until it gives enough
To come unbent,
Listening to swallows
Nesting in the rafters
And watching them
Dive down for hay.
Peace and grace?
Routine is only
The tip of the iceberg
Of my peace.
And I didn't mention
A single horse, did I.
I could've just as easily
Been talking about cows.

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Underscored