1932 Pinehurst

The memory black and white #4 taps an unlit sign 100 feet away Slow galloping horses trail one another Enveloped by a wooden fence that died twice Now that the tornado is gone the damage fizzles' Onlookers faded grimaces match their garments Lucky thing top hats were created Those same clothes that don't smile, giggle An equestrian event models a movie unreleased But the actual Barn is a scene of its own Standing a gawking 1000 ft tall from 950 ft under This unusual place sets a setting on repeat Probably where my grandmother's dream wedding would be hosted Suspenders snap to the chests of law abiding government aides As time passes the crowd of onlookers assemble inside the biggest home for horses I've ever seen Color erupts in every inch of sight imaginable and hands are held by whoever sits closest.