The horses of the sea
Rear a foaming crest,
But the horses of the land
Serve us the best.
The horses of the land
Munch corn and clover,
While the foaming sea-horses
Toss and turn over.
by Maggie Smith1.
The student who told you
her mother didn’t name her for days.
For more than a week, everyone
called her Baby.
2.
Your daughter, who now sees
the labeled world: For sale. Open. Stop.
Even ...