Unexplained hairy back
drawn with haphazard graphite
a stretched comma
roughed into hooves.
Tough yellow strokes
coughed into a mid-autumn prairie
by hands too naive to have killed anything,
but somehow sophisticated enough to etch a
on the back of an expired sheet metal work order
now covered with snorting
over burnt sienna stones
on the dry grass
the spelling mistake was forgiven.
Published in The Lucid Stone, Fall 2001