Year of the Horse

“In the daytime also he led them with a cloud,
and all the night with a light of fire….”
~ The Psalms 78

Under that flank
I can touch, a ripple

that grows to my fingers
with a bulge like a fig—

Quicken is the way
night turns, rapid

as the valance
of morning. Sh sh

say the birds
in the tree,

purpling sonnets
and psalms for silence—

No need to drink
that poison. No need

to lie down and cry.
Nothing is wasted,

my dearest love;
nothing is lost.

Come out now and eat
the sugar from the offered

hand; bite of apple,
salt of the bridle

leading again to the gate
and the track beyond.

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