would take me to work with her, sometimes,

on nice days. I'd sit all by myself

in a secret deep holllow

filled with wild grass taller than I was

and fluorescent blue butterflies. If I sat

very still,

the butterflies would land on my head

as if I was a fairy princess

and they were my ethereal pets.

At the end of the day, my mother

would wade through the field

and take me up to the farmhouse she worked at.

She'd pick me up and put me on the back

of the horse she had most recently finished breaking

and lead me around and around

the track, laughing at my shouts

of "Faster, Mommy! Make it go faster!"