Her eyes flared terror.
Her hooves scrabbled the mountain road,
fastened to the double yellow line
as if it led home.
The thud against the fender felt huge.
My flashers warned the world to stop.
I bolted out, dropped to my knees,
stroked spots no older than two months.
I prayed for a god, any god
to place her in the bowl of sky so at night
everyone would see her
bounding beside Pegasus.
Watched her wildness slide.