Big Red

Where fire’s rage

no flame unfanned

The cinch retightened

no also ran

 

As horns go silent

the gate is dropped

 On victory’s path

his legend cropped 

 

Unbridled passion

distraction flees

A trophy hails

as reins go free

 

The end in sight

where roses wait

Ablaze in glory

— outrunning fate

 

(Paris Kentucky: June, 1986)

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