the cowboy
culls one more horse out of the pack
rides it until it throws him
knowing, one ride soon
will be one more than his body's good for
this afternoon though, at least so far
it is the horse that will wind up broken
a different aspect
for Alexis Rhone Fancher
we knew one side of you
we thought we knew you
and then you shifted
the stone in its setting
and oh!
there was so much more
anomaly
the hiker stops and stares
the great stone, taller than four or five of him
seems to rest on the sand
a monument perhaps to some vast ship's prow
that had wandered away from that ship's body
and come to rest high up on a lonely beach
this one, this stone, would have plowed miles of sand
to reach this place and tower over him
at once so still and complete
and incomplete without the vessel
that would explain such a prow
he smiles to imagine that ship also turned to stone
shaking itself out of the sand to rejoin the prow
then yells when the earth shakes as if in answer
but this time only leaves what looks
like a wake for this prow's former traveling
and dust hanging in the air
a ghost, perhaps, of the great ship still coming
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