and swarming....the chase is on....
wing-tipped....
sporting balloons and red peppers.....
.......fleet of eye and hand...
and
.having received
cornicopious blessings on their posteriorities, .
the riders leave the gate....the horses follow.....
garlands and vicarious consummation await....the finish line is less than evident........
..........apparently that's not a matter of great concern......plenty of confetti and yoyos......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem