Griffith Park Pony Ride
When he said he wanted to ride
the pony I am not certain he understood
what a pony was.
Still, putting on a brave face, he let
the worker strap him in the saddle
on the horse-hair beast.
He didn’t really panic
until he discovered the pony was tied
to the other ponies
and as they all ran away
I saw his hand reach back
for me, just a bit too late.
This will be my life, even when he is grown,
putting him on ponies
watching him reach back for me
when he realizes what is next,
always too late
always too far.
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