Stroke

You ride your draw or quit.
And quit I do not know.
But this black-blazed bastard took
his head the first jump
out, slamming
numb
my arm, leg, and
every thought for tongue
I tried.

So, I raked
the only spur I had left and willed
from numb enough
to mark and keep
this muscling
lunge under me–enough
to bluff the Judge
one more time and ride ten
more ticks
to the whistle.

“Stroke” is a poem from Lee Robison’s collection Have, which is scheduled for publication about a year from now by WordTech under their David Roberts Books imprint.

Please note that the first person POV narration does not usually refer to the author.

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