DREAMLIKE, a poem by Barbara Tober
A poem by 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.