by Anthony Lawrence,
For Eleanor Hooker.
It’s not just hoof prints on sand that leave
proof of a visitation
of mane, flare & muscled hide
as the daytime moon
apportions light to mushrooms
taken & broken down by word
of mouth
to be eaten
between sets of breakers
& a tidal surge of psilocybin
the vision of a horse treading water
is all you need to know about
going unhaltered to the horizon.
