For Verna and Diana Fontaine

That night of apparition        snow
became horses             thundering through
headlights spread beams splaying light blades
until they appeared        hurdling the road
full run,      over and over again, in some portal
skipping time back to range unbroken
unfenced.    From backroads clear to Laramie,
or was it Cheyenne . . .   You called, unable
to get a bus        because blizzard, broke,
busted, befuddled.       Left me nothing
to do but load up                 head out to bring
you back home.       Almost made it before
apparition snow broke out into horses,
unbroken, unbridled, unreal, yet true,
filled the world in headlights while dark
matter took the rest.