Every day that pounding from
East to West, a single track
dug deeper and deeper in the sky
road, a long circle that turns
out, in the end, to be just another
straight line. How the god with
his gleaming hair and horses
with manes of fire must hope
for another foolish boy, a son
filled with his own shining pride,
vitality oozing from him like sweat
on a racing stallion’s flank
to take hold the reins, that burning
leather which must score his smooth
hands, red-hot tackle glowing
as he falls toward ocean’s cooling arms.

[Steve Klepetar’s work has received several nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Flutter Press has recently published two chapbooks: My Father Teaches Me a Magic Word and My Father Had Another Eye.]