On a dull, muggy Sunday morning,
We drove past the ugly horse in her corral—
A mangy filly—alone and lonely—
As she scratched about without passion or freedom
We waved to her from the windows,
But she didn't seem to notice
You leaned back into the shoulder harness
And drifted off for a minute—
Your face looking a little dispirited—
Sad because you waved and she probably didn't see you
Jeff Gangwer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waving-to-the-ugly-horse/
