Someone Far Off is Dying

A long walk through the quiet streets:
a little girl rides her bicycle
back and forth, her long blonde hair
catches the last second
of this evening's light and takes it
around the corner.
 
Under the Eclipse

Beside us now in the water
and above us in the sky
the earth dissolves the moon;
and the quiet fishing motor
dissolves the darkening reflection.
 
There is No Night (after Jack B. Yeats)

He wakes in a field by the river,
lifts up on one elbow and sees
a white horse without a rider,
and when his eyes grow used to the dark
sees the field the horse moves on
and the bridle fastened to the oak.
The horse is his own, he left it
tethered there when he lay down to sleep.
Somehow, it has gotten free.