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Neon Horses (excerpt)

Dorianne Laux

To see, for miles, its burning shape,
barest outline of throat, foreleg, the imagined
fetlock brushed in. The surprise of horse
held like breath, horse and what horse means
gleaming like a constellation, lineaments
of the true world: cowbird and sugar cube,
fallen apple, tractor wheel, torn wheat
in its worn treads, silo, hay, the baled sky, ruffled pond
from which geese, squalling, lift.

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"Neon Horses" (excerpt) from Smoke. Copyright © 2000 by Dorianne Laux. Reprinted with permission of the author.


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