Flight 4

I remember
mountains behind
six lighted poles
streaming upwards
reaching towards
existence

slices, disappointments,
mishits as you concentrate,
prepared to lose
because you're ready
to win

we were riding
timeless horses
playing polo
with the feelings
that could not stay,
that would not stay

it was inside out
and that's
the way we liked it
for one last point
prepared to lose
because we were
ready to win