Melbourne Cup Day

Two mowers
at the edge of the field
blades folded up
like butterflies
resting.

Riders do
last minute checks
swig orange energy drink
spit
banter

then they mount
and the blades come down
a roar fills
the she-oak grove
as the race begins.

Deck & deck
along the straight
slow but horrendous.

My companion wears
puppy chic
complete with white furs
and a grass clippings fascinator
but we're just not betting sorts.
we keep walking.




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