The woman
waded through
the moonlit fields
like a horse –
deliberately.
Her mouth was
a pale line
in the darkness,
like someone
searching
for a love
lost
in death.
Her bracelets clinked
like hooves
to cobble.
I watched her move
over the field
like someone
sleepwalking
into dawn.
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Inspired by Pablo Neruda’s “The Dead Woman”