Tonight the rain can't stand up straight, but once, Watching over my shoulder the ten wheeling suns Of the double siderake rolling newmown hay Over and over and over and over Into the windrow like a thick green rope, I was nothing But a window sailing through the night, And once when twenty horses wild together All winter, galloped towards me down the road With Harrison whooping behind them and The little stock dog barking at their heels, And me there to turn them into the corral From the middle of road, their eighty Hooves a roll of thunder in the earth, Me with a stupid piece of rope in my hand, I was nothing But a window sailing through the night. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org |