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.