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A Horse to Remember
Among the best
my cart-held horse
strains and plods
to bring the fodder
for their snorting souls
Their brushed gleaming flanks
haughty nostrils steaming at the bit
to rocket from starter’s gate
around and around
in wild jockey-spurred color
to win by a nose
a photo finish
a bunch of tickets torn up
lying in the dust
Among the best
it’s Ned I’ll remember
his humble back
broad shoulder always there
lips curled in salivating grin
eating a carrot from my hand
his eyes almost touching mine
© Johnmichael Simon
2006
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