quiet weeds caress her feet
the way her mother
gave her heated milk and honey
with vanilla
when she couldn’t sleep.
These country nights
filled with summer winds
red barns
facets of a neighbor’s honor
the night he tugged at the breach colt
after waiting until creamy dawn
for the weary mare to slacken, surrender.
First rights in Poetry Midwest #9, Winter 2004
Copyright 2008 Kathy Kopp
Assistant County Attorney Ken Anderson spends his weekends drinking and running around. After waking up with another hangover, Ken decides not to drink so much anymore. Ken and his buddy, Tony, go out to eat and see Mia Correa and Faye Kincaid at the
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