she is spoken in the field

inside the shape 
horse apples make 

she lies where she   
gathered 

                  then released each 
apple

into a shape she wanted

(to make the field speak) 

                                           
and the citrus   sweet

is the air the apples make 

on her back   citrus   stars every

where she doesn't feel cold   doesn't feel the sock stick

to her toes    but  the stars 

on her skin do burn

horse apples   green

as walls 

and the shape of her body inside the apples
from above:  

for the birds--

for whom she is lying inside the field's speaking   
wordlike she offers everything
and the birds offer everything

back   and stars
everyone everything is offering itself
the same 

in the morning
the white horse will matter
in the field beside the field 

with its
scattered  

                   green
brain

fruits