with Horse and Hound

Within the Confines of this Pasture, How the Universe Is Understood

wendell hawken.matthew klein.smallWendell Hawken / Matthew Klein photo

September pitch-black mornings I leave the lights off
so I can see to find my horse out in his field,
his flat black shape darker than the dark.

Rope and halter in one hand, ankle-deep in tall grass dew,
I walk to where he might be – beside his rock outcrop,
or rump up to his poplar.

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