(August 5, 1950 / Illinois)

Narrow Flame

Dark still. Twelve degrees below freezing.
Tremor along
the elegant, injured right front

leg of the gelding on the cross-ties. Kneeling
girl.
The undersong of waters as she bathes

the leg in yet more cold. [tongue is broken]
[god to me]
Her hair the color of winter wheat.

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