A Poem For Saturday

Mar 30 2013 @ 8:44pm

horse2night

“Bluegrass” by Carl Phillips:

And he told me nowhere was a lake that,
any day now, he’d surely drown in. What’s the right
answer to a thing like that?

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So we just stood there,
the two of us—shaking a bit in the cold,
but pretty still, mostly. Horses in a field of moonlight.

(Forthcoming in Silverchest: Poems by Carl Phillips, to be published April 2nd by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. Copyright © 2013 by Carl Phillips. All rights reserved. Photo by Flickr user zenera)