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. 


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.

Published by skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

0 thoughts on “Ode to Luigi, a Thoroughbred

  1. How incredily beautiful. I’m printing the poem and putting it on my wall, next to “Fortune’s Talker” and “Elegy for a Guide Dog.” Thanks for making my morning.


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