The new horse chews with all its teeth. The new horse is shod with iron. The new horse can run surprisingly fast. The new horse is accustomed. The new horse is not beset by worry lines. Is not young and not restless. The new horse is not awake at odd hours. You cannot see the light on in the shed. The new horse likes the outdoors. You can see how all along we have not mentioned the old horse. The new horse is nothing like the old horse. The new horse bears absolutely no resemblance at all to the old horse.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hannah Newport-Watson lives in Wellington. She has previously had poems in Landfall and Sport.