She brought the green bronze sculpture
from China forty years ago. It’s one third
the size of the original. The horse exudes
the power and speed, grace and beauty
that the horse symbolized for the Chinese.
It balances perfectly with its right hind hoof
on the back of a startled swallow, the bird
itself a symbol of light and graceful flight.
Did she know when she first saw the horse
and loved it that she undoubtedly loved it
because it has the same dignity as her life?
Did she know when she gave it to me
at her death that I would always think
of her when I look at and love the horse?