Equinox

Robyn Sarah
From:   The Touchstone, Poems New & Selected. Anansi, 1992

All the gold has drained
from the light; and these leaves,
littering the grass, caught
in its tangles, where
did they come from?

There was a black horse, one evening,
across a fence, who followed us
a length of the road—

I must have been asleep
all summer.

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