I bought a harness, I bought a bridle.
A canvas, and a brush. Today I’ll be
a painter, tomorrow the horseman
combing stallion mane. How my left
hand give colour give shape,
how each line, each stroke, fills
the canvas. This is how I paint
a mockingbird. This is how
you shoot it.
(L. 1 from Carl Phillips’ Riding Westward)
