Sport 17: Spring 1996
Anecdote of the Ghosts
A horse thinks of her childhood home
among scented trees, one evening
while exercising throat and legs
along a riverbank deep with mud and she
follows a wet earth smell finally plunging
into and drowning in the river.
She has gone in the wrong direction,
so nobody understands the brown
corpse on the far bank. I imagine
the experience of seeing that horse
is not uncommon among the ordinary.