p e g a s u s

 

I hope it was enough,

some feathers, glue and twigs,

materials neither grown to be everlasting

nor natural counterparts. Let’s call it a myth

that never made it into speech, a collusion of characters

in that repository made for poets, that in all its strangeness

ushers words through the pitch black earth, such that two horses 

might shelter briefly beneath a tree to shade their wings from the ferocity of the light