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…
JRMcF
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
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