Though we never stopped, we stared
from the backseat of our car—

our flat-bottom boat—at the body darting
from the end of a rope. I remember the road,

its lines, yellow and broken, the crowd
and a cloud shaped like a hare.

Now the field comes back into view:

I’ve dreamt a horse into the field, or the horse
in my dream came to save me—not

some knight—but the horse,
and I climbed onto his back to keep from

suffocating. But it was more than that—
I was trying to suffocate myself & this crazy

beautiful horse came running into the field
and his wild body kept me from hanging.

In the sky the scent of tobacco paraded,
and the magpies flew their black kites.

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