Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

A Day at the Races

   manes plastered down
     quarter-horses
   put through their paces
     lightning-like, whips crack the air 
 
   puddles mirror rainbows
     sunshine peeks from clouds
   hands folded around cash
     spectators pray to gods unknown

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Bill Baker December 6, 2023 at 5:45 PM Excellent imagery! You made it real, gw. BB

Suzanne Delaney December 5, 2023 at 4:31 AM Hey Gershon: Anything with horses and I’m there. I do like this one. Love your closing line. SuZ

Jerry Brotherton December 4, 2023 at 6:36 PM And they're off... feels like I'm trackside. Of course, I'll lose again. Gershon Wolf December 4, 2023 at 8:09 PM Again?! ... Hmm. You've burst my bubble, Jerry. ~ Mr. Ed

John Lawless December 4, 2023 at 5:15 AM give me 10 on Blue Stockings in the fifth Gershon Wolf December 4, 2023 at 10:34 AM Blue Stockings just withdrew. Been replaced by a filly named Pink Lung. Wanna go with her? ~ H. Andy Kapper

Tom Cunningham December 4, 2023 at 2:43 AM The sport of kings they say, well I'm no king and I'm not parting with my hard earned cash lol. Tom