A picture of India taken last Sunday. Isn't my filly pretty? Jenny's going for that soft feel at a canter.Hmm, I'm thinking twice about buying a Kindle, now.
Last Tuesday Kudzu finished his last round of chemotherapy, but the vet and I both agreed that something wasn't quite right, despite his bloodwork being good. He was dropping weight and I can tell that he feels off, so Kudzu had an ultrasound today. The vet found a tumor on his spleen. That will come out after Christmas. Poor Zuzer.
Poetry. I love it.
Poem: "There Comes the Strangest Moment," by Kate Light from Open Slowly (Zoo Press).
There Comes the Strangest Moment
There comes the strangest moment in your life,
when everything you thought before breaks free--
what you relied upon, as ground-rule and as rite
looks upside down from how it used to be.
Skin's gone pale, your brain is shedding cells;
you question every tenet you set down;
obedient thoughts have turned to infidels
and every verb desires to be a noun.
I want--my want. I love--my love. I'll stay
with you. I thought transitions were the best,
but I want what's here to never go away.
I'll make my peace, my bed, and kiss this breast…
Your heart's in retrograde. You simply have no choice.
Things people told you turn out to be true.
You have to hold that body, hear that voice.
You'd have sworn no one knew you more than you.
But here you have. It's beautiful. It's strange.
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