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
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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