filly

by Elisheva Fox

texan summer can be technicolor -

if the pines aren’t burning,

if there is sweet sufficient rain.

beauty depends on so much.

but no emerald can outshine the grass,

or the glittering golden horses 

flashing sharp and perfect

dark with sponged up sky.

[is it bright like this,

where you are?]

i think of you

when my husband touches me, 

how we used to run like wild mares

together.

does ocean salt work

through your heart

the way it does in food,

does it sharpen your appetite

for me?