Broken
Evening whinnied
and through the window
I saw a pair of nostrils
flare in the night air.
The animal shimmered
in this pasture of darkness
outside my apartment.
I opened the front door
to meet his wild stare.
We sized the other up,
did not speak. I gnashed
my teeth. His hooves struck
concrete like a match.
As lightning loosed inside,
I kept fear at a distance,
stepping closer to understand
the history of his storm.
There was a gentle in his thunder.
His eyes were the color
of wounded ego.
We stood hours together
in quietude, healing what
had groomed us into glass.
