Jack

a nonet

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Unexplained and without precedent:
a black colt at the cross of paths.
The three peaks faded with dusk,
and lulled hills’ rounded backs
held blankets of rain.
Riders called him.
Blinking once
he watched
me.

Christopher Raley for Poetry in Form.