A poem by Barbara Tober


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