riverhorses
BY HOLLIS MANN
we met by the river, her ghost and mine,
sharing secrets like the mayflies do
in the mist of dusk
i told her that once when i was a girl
i made a map on the back of a birchbark scrap
of what i knew to be the furthest reaches
of the universe itself
in one corner was the graveyard,
in the other the frog pond
and the very river by which we sat
cut the whole world in half