| GRAZING HORSES August 11, 2007 Hooray for the forks and the spoons That feed the frogs in great scoops That lift the ground in crescent moons Which sprinkle on spelling croups. There is dew in the vestiges Wherever the evening’s been, And weeds and plants for sandwiches Between hoof and earth of glen. The horses graze so deep to survive in grass that swallow their toes alive. |