To talk to yourself in—
Just swerving memories
Of hope and fear
So lethally ephemeral—
A girl playing guitar
And horses in the yard.
You wait for the horse
That comes to your gate
With a bullet hole in his forehead.
He doesn't want anything.
He stares at you,
Then wheels and gallops away,
Leaving you
In the heavy house
You made from life.
A heavy wet snow.
It is important throughout this poem that Galvin is talking directly to the reader. This is important because he is emphasizing that this poem is not a story about himself, but something shared in humanity.
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