I'll settle for the 6 horse
on a rainy afternoon
a paper cup of coffee
in my hand
a little way to go,
the wind twirling out
small wrens from
the upper grandstand roof,
the jocks coming out
for a middle race
silent
and the easy rain making
everything
at once
almost alike,
the horses at peace with
each other
before the drunken war
and I am under the grandstand
feeling for
cigarettes
settling for coffee,
then the horses walk by
taking their little men
away-
it is funereal and graceful
and glad
like the opening
of flowers.
No. 6
Charles Bukowski
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Poem topics: away, horse, peace, rain, walk, war, wind, small, roof, silent, glad, easy, graceful, middle, paper, coffee, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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