The rainbow horse

across the sky bare as an empty canvas the horse flies his tail rippling brilliantly as if the sunset -- or aeons of sunsets -- had condensed themselves and only once into this one long ribbon of color unfolding in waves across the sky the furling plumage -- like a thousand children's kites -- streams behind the emerald beast flawlessly he flies, tail flaring, in a diagonal course toward the horizon which lies straight below above and b eyond the sea to the reversed side of the sky