was how horses simply give birth to other
horses. Not a baby by any means, not
a creature of liminal spaces, but a four-legged
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
at the end of a bad year. Trees begin
to outnumber houses. Rain turns to snow
as fields hang like paintings.
