Treasure
My mother
is funny she
sent me this
little clockwork
horse, a little
rurales riding it,
and this is what
you do: wind it up,
crick crick, find
a dusty spot near
the window this
table looks good,
around half past
seven, our time,
and when you
set him down he
wheels about,
clack clack raising
dust, before
galloping off
into the sunset.
