The afternoon advanced in age – alluring,
broad, barely bridle-bright –
with countless cob creatures coming
in dames of dusk.
Eyes, faces, gave large, lazy greetings.
And his hat knew him here.
Many men noticed him and insidiously nodded his name.
Slowly and subtly, he slackened his
pace, passing under reflections of tall trees.
William was watching, winding,
yellow, young.
And his hat knew him here.