IN NOVEMBER
I name-think as if name-thought and touch
were one thing
Oklahoma sky
amasses stone-cloud effigies
Or rather monastery ruins
blocking off the simplified blue
The fence-line waits and the tree-line
waits
All this all this and the wind
crowds in my ears
The fence-line waits and the tree-line
and two horses
Stand
neck to haunch neck to haunch
Two horses
a bay and a roan
I name-think as if name-thought and touch
were one thing
Oklahoma sky
amasses stone-cloud effigies
Or rather monastery ruins
blocking off the simplified blue
The fence-line waits and the tree-line
waits
All this all this and the wind
crowds in my ears
The fence-line waits and the tree-line
and two horses
Stand
neck to haunch neck to haunch
Two horses
a bay and a roan