She gives him the rebenque
and even in the hands of an 80-yearold man from Cholila
it whips the gallop into the horse who has no name
Eva holds it in her right hand and rides off
on a bay criollo
on a dried out lake in Santa Cruz
There’s a paso peruano in Córdoba named after it
so soft I’m not sure the owners know the meaning
The rebenque lingers around the heart
waiting to come alive