Wet foal

Those foals

who struggle only once

and find their legs so quickly

even as they falter


how did I miss that lesson,

why has it taken so long

to find these feet?


And even at this age

long past cute or innocent,

I can welcome the faltering

and bravely try to stand,

hoping that this wet

is residue

from a new birth.

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