I saw a beer tap called
while sitting in a tavern in Quebec City.
It is the most heroic, most poetic,
most majestic, most powerful
name I’ve heard in a while.
I liked the marriage of sound of the v and the l
and I liked the finality of Blanc.
Right at that moment,
Cheval Blanc- White Horse-
seemed so damned regal, so perfect.
I wished I was a cheval blanc
galloping away from town,
away from the cracks of the whips,
into the sanctity of the white woods.