Black sheep, dry branch, middle child,
un-natural wreckage. Young woman,
she knew all things came in two's:
waiting and absence, wall and chair,
bridle and rein, darkness and
the man that brought it with him.
She remembers birds flying overhead,
a windmill, night and rain, gallop of
the quarterhorse, four hooves pounding
desperately to breach the gait.
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