Witness - Poem by Liz Waldner
I saw that a star had broken its rope
in the stables of heaven--
This homeless one will find her home
in the foothills of a green century.
Who sleeps beside still waters, wakes.
The terrestrial hands of the heaven clock
comb out the comet's tangled mane
and twelve strands float free.
In the absence of light and gravity,
slowly as dust, or the continents' drift,
sinuous, they twine a text,
one letter to an eon:
I am the dawn horse.
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