The horse appears on the dock
her head round, low
in search of a stranger.
Neighboring pines rustle,
delicately pinch the inlet.
Needles fall onto long wooden planks,
an almost inaudible pang
that jostles an animal
into violence.
The green moon casts a glow
on the last rainbow trout upstream,
an oily fin dangles from her mouth.
Headfirst
she plunges into the image
of her stiff eyes.
No one is coming with the reins.
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