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Column 598

The Jockey

Intro by Ted Kooser
09.04.2016

I’d guess that many of us like old toys. As a boy I had a wind-up tin sub­ma­rine that dove and sur­faced, and a few years ago I saw one just like it in the win­dow of an antique store, mak­ing me, of course, an antique. Here’s a poem by Elise Hempel of Illi­nois, from Able Muse: A Review of Poet­ry. Her newest book, Sec­ond Rain, will be out in the spring of 2016, from Able Muse Press. 

The Jockey

Atop his exhausted buggy with its
rusted wheels and now-stuck key,
one boot missing, a faded jersey,
the bill of his cap cracked off, he sits
 
behind a nicked brown horse that once
flicked its tail, clattered around
planked floor or rug when the buggy was wound
after school by children who've since
 
fallen behind him, white-haired or gone,
as he still waves the flopping spring
of his crop, still stares through dimming
goggles, gathering gray ribbons
 
of dust in his silent, frozen race
down an ever-unfurling track,
hunched to win, leaving far back
all claps and laughter, his once-smooth face
 
scarred and pitted, just the white
fleck of a smile now, more a sneer,
his empty fists on the reins of air
still holding tight.
 

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2015 by Elise Hempel , “The Jockey,” (Able Muse: A Review of Poetry, No. 20, Winter 2015). Poem reprinted by permission of Elise Hempel and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.