My pinched toes
were as bruised as a ballet dancer's
as we circled the track.
The detonations of hooves
hitting track were like punches
thrown to my kidneys.
But at the right moment I broke
for a wedge of light.
It's experience
allows a wrestler to slip a hold. A jockey
to coax his pony home first.
And when it was done, the wreath
thrown like an embrace
around my horse's neck,
I became another passenger.
The credit went to the horse.
As bruised as a hockey goalie foolish enough
to play without padding
I soaked in the hot tub while rumors
circulated faster
than the spa's currents:
The owner's got his eye
on a younger
rider.
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