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.
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