Ode to Luigi, a Thoroughbred

 

After everything I will love the face of this horse

Who sees a hemisphere without flies

And loves what he loves. 

 

His song, (which I do not know)

Is the same, forward and backward,

song of teeth, heart, and feet,

 

song in which all things rise

while in pursuit–

the last rose of summer, a yellow fence,

 

degrees of sight, circumstances of the grass.

Call him: you see his eyes first,

Intangible, bottomless, 

 

rich with humble discoveries.

The star on his head is a precious stone

which makes me sadly joyful like a boy. 

 

We cannot change seasons

or elude the dark,

but we can be touched by sky. 

 

Luigi
Photo: Luigi is a dark brown/bay thoroughbred.  This is a

close-up of just his face/profile as he reaches down to eat grass. 

He's wearing a black/silver halter w/ red lead line.