About this story
Between her night visits you drive your father's cab, a boy of eleven on the box, and bring home a crossing-sweeper with a broom twice her height. Thirty-eight chapters carry you from the knot-hole above the stable, through the cold at her heart, to the green country at her back.
How it opens
You slept above the stable beside Old Diamond, the patient horse who had given you his name.
I found one knot-hole beside your bed, though the night calls itself windless.
Little Diamond, your wall has pinched one lock of my hair.
You enlarged the hole with your finger and glimpsed a face made beautiful by motion.
If I free your hair, will the storm hurt Old Diamond or my family?
Choose
I will free you, but first let me cover the horse's eyes.
Tell me whether you do only good things.
Take me with you so I can see where the wind goes.