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Distant Hooves


America’s

faded glory

the polo field

reminds

 

Of years

of fleeting greatness

and hopes that lived

in kind

 

A child walks

the ball field

where ponies

used to tread

 

With memories

buried deep below

their grandeur

— all but dead

 

(The New Room: March, 2024)

 

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