Narrow Flame

　　by Linda Gregerson

　　 Dark still. Twelve degrees below freezing.

　　 Tremor along the elegant， injured right front

　　 leg of the gelding on the cross-ties. Kneeling girl.

　　 The undersong of waters as she bathes

　　 the leg in yet more cold. [tongue is broken] [god to me]

　　 Her hair the color of winter wheat

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