Treasure Island

Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

No. 6


I'll settle for the 6 horse

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Violet Douglass (11/29/2011 2:50:00 PM)

    I'll settle for the 6 horse
    on a rainy afternoon
    a paper cup of coffee
    in my hand
    a little way to go,
    the wind twirling out
    small wrens from
    the upper grandstand roof,
    the jocks coming out
    for a middle race
    silent
    and the easy rain making
    everything
    at once
    almost alike,
    the horses at peace with
    each other
    before the drunken war
    and I am under the grandstand
    feeling for
    cigarettes
    settling for coffee,
    then the horses walk by
    taking their little men
    away-
    it is funeral and graceful
    and glad
    like the opening
    of flowers. (Report) Reply

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