In these posture I keep

In these postures I keep
myself a little glance
belle in the gestures of neighs

My motor died –
backfired and so forth –
I remember its last volleys

As I walk the night
with blue mittens on
snuffing out incendiaries

Wearing a suit
of a different plaid
from less weak sentry

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