by Brian Beatty
I often dream of horses
asleep in dark stalls
surrounding a 1949 Chevrolet
beautifully midnight blue and chrome
like the earth a car that’s been parked for years
beneath piles of hay yellowed
by cracks of sun.
The farm hand who’s most likely me
in these dreams quietly comes and goes
a monk finding his place back in the world.
Brian Beatty is the author of two recent poetry collections, Coyotes I Couldn’t See (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2016) and Brazil, Indiana (Kelsay Books, 2017).
He lives in St. Paul, Minnesota.