By Night
Whatever I see, I see
by night. A man
rides a roan horse. He moves shadowed
among myrtle trees. An impassible arroyo,
he loves. He lovesno one. I am looking up
from the bottom of a salt lake and
behind me, fire--
speckled and white. It may be the moon, but
I take in too much or too little;it is easy to be nothing
to a man
you do not know.copyright 2005 Maureen Alsop
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