James Ray Wilson - Questionable Collateral

I was driving past a pawn shop
in the poorest part of town.
The teaser on the corner caught my eye.
I turned around.

With bikes and mowers curb to curb
not to mention chairs and tables,
stood a little, yellow, rocking horse
nowhere near the stables.

This children’s equine pleasure key
seems poor promise for a loan.
Some adult’s action worries me.
I pray it was outgrown.

Questionable Collateral

These poems are
tracks marking the
happy meandering path
of ongoing discovery ...