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Hold your filly
steady in the stretch
gentle with your crop
use your rail-hand

while I churn
the lather
of steed between my legs
without nary a coax
but a soft whisper in her ear
girl-to-girl
so to speak
we glide by

in turf-flung gallop
we show our rumps
both elegant so
in wan light

amid snorts and whinnies
we win by a neck
at the wire

© Chagall 2013