Reprinted with the permission of City Lights Books. To the others, it was like, I suppose, something else. In other words, we let everybody find her own figure of speech. Not that it—speech—lay thick on the The heart, the surgeon says, does not reveal the small rifts, the hairline cracks which split the hairline cracks they conceal cops and robbers in a stretch of skin flaunting star-scars with show of blood bone the ledges of what it holds tight in checkmate moves We gathered in a field southwest of town, several hundred hauling coolers and folding chairs along a gravel road dry in August, two ruts of soft dust that soaked into our clothes and rose in plumes behind us. By noon we could discern their massive coils emerging I like the lady horses best, how they make it all look easy, like running 40 miles per hour is as fun as taking a nap, or grass. I like their lady horse swagger, after winning.
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Shee passed away from complications due to liver diseases in July of By using first-person , the walk feels personal but also at times detached as the speaker gets wrapped up in everything he sees. This element of the poem is interwoven within the rest, but it also stands alone as a feature of life that is more effective, profound, and even spiritual. He lingers in a bookstore, buys liquor, and walks down the street.