Wind Horse
Poem by Paul Stevens • Photo by Jill Burhans
 


Iron in the east,
fire in the west,
water in the south,
earth in the north;

cold breeze snapping up
prayers from flags:
wind horse carries them
away over high ridges,

beyond tiger, snow lion,
dragon, beyond eagle
to emptiness. How high
can nothing be?

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