Dream Horses

They run in fields
woven of corn and spider silk;

sown of loosestrife, bowgrass, 
sword fern, devil's ivy. 

Because they're made of dream, 
they will never unpeel completely

from fog— But when I join them
in a clearing,  I know whose name

I'll spell with hoof prints
in the shifting sand.

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