Four Mares, Flank to Flank
on a downtown sidewalk: Appaloosa, a royal silver service. Two Clydesdales and a Morgan—fourteen hands. Pinwheel tails. Brushed, hair falls like thin, glinting fish slapping pavement. Blinders on, this world is only what's ahead: the brick wall, painted white; my quiet red bicycle; the homeless shelter's constant, blanketed out- pouring.