LIVING OUTDOORS IN WINTER Poem by Anne Vegter

We missed you only when your departure could no longer be delayed.
Later that day breaking news you on the backseat bolt upright

refusing point blank to comment. Is there a word for that
or would an audition do you good: studio space is available

a squeaky young coach with trivial tips. Everyone is gorgeous in the light,
someone fingers your points of view and I can almost touch you -

today by the way everyone excels in everything frightening.
A horse drops to its knees in the snow, you said that's how they'll find me.