Fireworks
FLASH! Breathless seconds then BOOM!
And streams of light split the night.
A tapestry woven on a cosmic loom,
As if the threads of life could ignite.
But the blast quickly becomes cinders,
Embers that hang as my world spins.
Life blurs and the world turns asunder,
But they simply lean with the wind.
As my world slows and turns to black,
Embers fall and fade, turning to ash.
And as they do FLASH! and CRACK!,
And the sky is again a riotous splash.
Good Run
"Good run." As a nag called For Sale,
Her name proudly painted on her side,
Comes to a halt just before the gate.
On the other side we wait,
With cinched saddle and stirrups,
And silver polished bright.
The gate eases open
And For Sale eases into the crowd,
Coming to the place we're going from.
Ripples flow across haunches,
As piles of steam mark the way
To the tramped chalk of the start line.
Back, side to side, snorting,
With a gentle kick we're galloping.
Lances of sunlight dart through chinks in the roof.
The far gate becomes the close gate
And we snap right,
Wide right around the lead pole.
Snap right through the poles,
Snap left around the next,
Snap of pole against our side.
Snap on our right and snap on our left,
One more down and another teetering,
We round the end with ego bruised.
With time still running
We stop and gather our focus,
Inhaling the chill winter air.
A flip of the wrist
And we ease between the poles,
Soft and easy.
Ease left through the poles,
Ease right around the next,
Ease of life against the clock.
To the far side we take our time,
Finding our hearts amid the noise,
Alone among our friends.
One more length to go,
It makes no difference now.
In joy we gallop full tilt.
Past tramped chalk
We quickly halt,
And from above "Good run."
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Submission Name: Fireworks & Good Run
