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By the time I got there, the mission park

was riddled with weak grace.

Carriage horses etched in concrete

moved like Sisyphus towards their rest.

Far-away triumphant instrumentals

jarred against the clouds who sat

like stunned and senseless mourners, willing tears.

I’d left the casino bar, had watched

the Derby winner chase second in the Preakness.

X. and P. consoled me over text

with perfect words, like drops of vivid rain

upon my cut-rate offering of fire.