Wednesday, July 23, 2014

5608. HOW I GOT TO RACE-POST

HOW I GOT TO RACE-POST
I swear you don't know anything at all about horses :
how they gesture and how they pace. Even in their
least worthy moments, how they inhabit a grace.
Whoever first thought to ride them must have
been onto  something real and vital. Some
surly Spaniard on his pampas plains? Lone
cigarette dangling from gaucho lips? I
wish I was alive back when with all
those pre-historic men.

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