Night Pieces
1
The hickories live close by—
bitternut, shagbark, whiteheart.
At night, upstairs, a slight breeze
that has passed among them
parts the curtains and flows
freely through the open
architecture of a sleeping child.
2
A mortal cry,
though it’s just the night train,
long rusted eminence headed west.
If its dark song reaches you tonight
in the far mountains where it always seems to rain,
let it be my apology to you.
3
Not long ago
a family traveling at night
without a lantern
might hitch a white horse
at the front of the team
to show the way
one white horse
at a time.
Plume: