Lemons

They said a naked lady had ridden bareback
through the village, but since it was morning
with a light fog, no one was sure. Got my bike
out and pedaled to the meadow, where mist
hung around with little to do other than being
decorative; a grazing mare, a little fiording
pale/ yellow, sturdy, good for carrying stuff
up steep mountains. It came over to the fence
I gave it lumps of sugar, it nodded and began
grazing again as steam rose from its back -
intense smell of horse. - So it had been ridden,
but the phantom lady was nowhere, back in
the village the lemon seller and his donkey
had arrived, bought ten lovely, yellows ones.