For Grace

You spoke of driving home, and dreaming
Of your face against a horse’s face

A moment wrought
Divine as all that presence found enduring
In the stable, in the winter, in the night.

I find my horses in the morning
Muttering and staring from across the yard.
The half light of a heavy snowfall
Has its way with us.

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