There are horses, two
of whom are crippled.

The lone chestnut stallion canters
in a tight circle, kicking up clods of dirt

and rolling his terrified dark eyes. The birds
have all flown away.

If you want to enter,
you can, but only

for a little while. It’s not easy
to keep bridges maintained.

Past the gate, the courtyard
is paved with flat stones: scales

of a sleeping animal.
The castle is all deserted rooms.

Here’s one with a tarnished mirror
whose silver surface

is the exact shape of a door
or a lake you could fall into

and rest, your back dappled
by clouds.

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KATE ANGUS’s poetry has appeared in journals such as Barrow Street, Subtropics, Verse Daily, Gulf Coast, Third Coast, Poet Lore, Tar River Poetry, Juked, The Saint Ann’s Review, Mid-American Review and the Best New Poets 2010 anthology. Her fiction and nonfiction have appeared in North American Review, Barrelhouse, The Rumpus, Coldfront and Rain Taxi, as well as in the Lost and Found: Stories from New York and the Dia de los Muertos anthologies. She has been twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize and has a BA from Brown University and a MFA from The New School. She lives in New York City where she teaches at Gotham Writers’ Workshop and LIM College. She is an editor at Augury Books.

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