"Breezing" is the race horse's last turn
around the track
After the absolute effort of timed gallop
Before the long cooling walk.
Breezing, he sets his speed
tests his mood,
Head up, tail high, work behind him,
Oats waiting in the barn.
Today I am breezing,
judging the day with my nostrils,
Someone's baking bread,
Someone else burning oak.
But I have misunderstood the wind.
I turn for home and it slams me like
something left unlatched.
And I still have the hill.
But at the finish