Derby City Snail
Lines from Louisville, one week before the 150th running of The Kentucky Derby.
Rain and sun, Derby fun, fireworks, stealth bombers and balloons over Louisville, drunks in the bars and restaurants:
I found a little snail in the garden this morning and he traced circles licking up the salt in my palm. What does a two minute horse race say about the Human and Equestrian? Sport of Barbarian Kings maybe?
I just bake the pizzas in a brick oven. The drunks and gamblers, the drunken gamblers, shuffle in for beer and grub, or another highball on the highway of bourbon. For two minutes the world watches provincial Kentucky. A multitude throws money at hooves in the dirt.
Here I am, just a snail of a man, protected by his delicate shell, making a spiraling path through the universe
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