A
Day at the Races
three
tables
of friends
cheering under the sun
quenching
oor thirst
swallowing
the warm beer
placing
bets
a bugle
as the race begins
moving
without a fight
disappearing into the sunlight
third
place, first place
a winning race
he has one
the
screaming of joy
the slap of a high-five
the sound of a winning ticket
anxiously
waiting
for the next race
a dark cloud rolls in
breaking
into a trot
listening to every command
stomping
the earth
in a stormy passion
effortlessly and gracefully
a
cold feeling
of raindrops
his days work is done
by
Angie McCammack and Friends
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