A poem by Barbara Tober

9/28/09

Barbara TOBER
Barbara Tober

 

When I die, I will dance with Secretariat.

He’ll kneel, inviting me to mount gracefully with ease

And grab a handful of shimmering chestnut mane.

 

Soaring on this glorious, fleet copper steed,

We’re stardom bound.

Then serene floating descent through pillow clouds

To gently raise up and caress a cherished little black velvet angel.

 

Earthbound, landing beneath a Malibu moon

Drawn toward a concerto by Bon Jovi girl.

Galloping and running free through ocean froth

To finally rest in a cove of poppies and lavender.

 

Forever together, forever dancing, we three—

            Big Red, Mickey, and me.

 

unknown Secretariat