Susan

by Brandon Roses

I remember the day

When I crossed ways

With an amazing woman

Who has the charm of May

She invited me in

This was no mistake

She gave me that last

Of her husband’s cheesecake

As we talk a little while

I could tell

She was someone great

I need to know well

As I peeked and peered

Around her home

I was piecing a puzzle

Of a Susan unknown

I saw books of horses

Riding boots that don’t fit

In the bathroom the towel holder

Was a D-ring snaffle bit

In a book I saw pictures

Of a pretty, young rider

Sailing over the jumps

Like a calm, smoth hang glider

On the shelf sits a treasure

That makes me weak in the knuckle

The name Mary Sue

On a champion belt buckle

In the garage I saw something

That made my heart hollow

A dusty wood stall plaque

With the name Caro Regalo

I then saw Susan as

Someone tougher than leather

But when she opens her mouth

Her soft words are soft like a feather

When I pieced it together

I was dead like an opossum

I realized quickly that

Susan is legitimately awesome