Poets

Hrhm Shp, colt-culling, Is what hoof lore calls it— The choke-chain sound a roan coined

Into the rood wood, where the grain's current splits around the stones of its knots, carve eyelashes and eyelids. Dye the knots, too—indigo, ink-black, vermillion

Some species can crack pavement with their shoots to get their share of sun some species lay a purple froth of eggs and leave it there