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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