two yuan, or
more into
horse races,
fresh prints
on muddy track
of flatbed truck,
some I’ll buy
Kentucky bread —
or re-read
to morrow, dailies
blown against
a broken fence —
the driver, she,
is no fool &
shall not bet
on ‘Khan Again’,
or ‘Polo Anyone’ —
there’s ‘2nd Cents’
& ‘Squeaky Cleang’ —
‘tho her hearts upon
‘Raspberries Baby’
ayaladn 