"For the most part, horses are quiet. They neigh only to each other. In pain they are silent. If you are listening you might notice the stomp of a foot, the swish of a tail, their gentle breath..."
"Like the philosopher’s difficult handwriting, / Popular in certain traditions, history / Ultimately turns out the same, slobbering / Over a six-string July in the shadow..."
"The gunny almost always kept a wad of singles in the top drawer of his filing cabinet, and I sometimes wondered if he left them there specifically for me..."