The autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her hair
I just wanted to write and say,
in case you are hit tomorrow by a truck
or are swept from the beach by a freak wave;
Tonight, I dressed my son in astronaut pajamas,
kissed his forehead and tucked him in.
I turned on his night-light and looked for you
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
