Three Horses

Three Horses

The field was illuminated in the morning sun

 

three horse in the crystal light.

Two standing,

one laying,

 

In the layered weathered barn,

I saw the flashing metal

and sudden wet of your face,

a third horse laying down.

 

When I dreamed that dark, dark night

I saw your shudder rippling in blooms,

and your walk in spasms

the tread under your feet,

 

the pressed grass under

the third horse.

 

It’s the feathering light through the trees

in the barn, the hoof-shaped mud carvings

burning through,

and me,

a third horse.

 

Dave Barber

Natural Laws

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