Beauty sunned itself on the stone wall
a slice of the light come early, then gone.
But the maiden knew Beauty would stay
near, hidden in the summer grasses.
In the morning she went to the stone
and found Beauty uncoiled, slumbering.
The maiden took Beauty into her own hands.
and opened the silken feed sack, she’d brought.
Beauty poured itself in like a pleasant dream.
The maiden tied the sack and walked home.
The next day the maiden took her father’s horse,
Beauty tied to its side, to edge of the blue mountain.
The maiden released Beauty onto the sand
and folded the empty sack over her arms.
In time, Beauty would reappear to her.
Some days in the morning, others at sunset.
Sometimes Beauty wouldn’t appear for weeks-
long, shiny in the clear light and always hungry.
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