Watching from the grandstand,

Our horse with the lead

As they make the last turn.

We might just succeed.

 

But I then see the closer

As he weaves his way,

Charging from behind,

Intent to ruin our day.

 

I plead to hold on –

Clench my fists, face and mind –

And can’t help but exclaim,

“Move up the damn line!”

This is a Black Cloud Stable LLC original poem.  © 2018

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