The Foal

Washing our hands in the river near midday
the trees created a type of natural cavern
permeated with thin strands of light.
So distracting was its natural beauty
that even I had not noticed the foal.
Its head bent down
licking the surface of the slow current
its eyes focused
on nothing in particular
as though we had always been neighbors
as though we had always known peace.

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