I whispered, “I love you”
and then, “Goodbye”
face buried deep
in his warm winter coat.
Snow crunching hoof steps,
trusting, we led him
down to the pines
where I’d whistled in winter.
“Racing’s a business,”
the trainer’s voice echoed.
Earth mixed with snow,
the rifle cracked hard and
his young body fell
onto knees that betrayed.
I shoveled my tears,
leapt out of boyhood,
“A man now,” they said.
I dared not show them.
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