The Rain of the Ice
The horse's pain never imagines a house beyond the storm. Its mirrored breath forms a force that dies without noise. The ice in a sickened room is not salt. Its perfume pours a rain that deletes the tacit skin.
Credit
Copyright © 2013 by Eric Baus. Used with permission of the author.
Author
Eric Baus
Eric Baus is a graduate of the MFA program for poets and writers at the University of Massachusetts Amherst and the PhD program in literature and creative writing at the University of Denver.
Date Published
01/23/2013