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No. 6

No. 6

I’ll settle for the 6 horse
On a rainy afternoon
A paper cup of coffee
In my hand
A little way to go,
The wind twirling out
Small wrens from
The upper grandstand roof,
The jocks coming out
For a middle race
Silent
And the easy rain making
Everything
At once
Almost alike,
The horses at peace with
Each other
Before the drunken war
And I am under the grandstand
Feeling for
Cigarettes
Settling for coffee,
Then the horses walk by
Taking their little men
Away-
It is funeral and graceful
And glad
Like the opening
Of flowers.



Poem No. 6 - Charles Bukowski
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