They Still Shoot Horses
Two pairs of Equus eyes that motion dare,
foxtrot to the midnight endless dance
Their heated passion is an Appaloosa affair,
day number three of a spotty romance
Leg weary though they both mightily be,
prize money is a conveniently shared dream
Chance lovers who met on a social steppe —
to rise above the fray, stamina must redeem
In a Honky-tonk Depression-era barn saloon,
they hug in a boxer embrace
Paired partners through fate,
fighting off fatigue this round much too soon
Gaslight hope in his tired eyes dips,
dimly glowing and slowly fading
So she strike a wet match to his lips,
to keep their Equus legs moving
As the last horses fall one by one,
they hear the hoots ... the shouts, and the shots ring out
Someone tells them that they won;
two dragging spirits, their lives be now galloping about
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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