by Linda Gregerson
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
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