Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Saturday, August 26, 2017

THE FINAL FURLONG-a poem 8-26-17

So eager to start the doing
race horse in morning’s chute
a boy gone gray
with vague dreams
of races run
and won
Anxious more than eager
full knowing time is short
and legs are weak and eyes
are dim and the finish line
is a dicey whim
The jockey’s fat
and whails the whip
like a disco
dervish dandy
The old gray horse is ready
Crowd noises fade away
The final furlong…


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