someone who twice saw immortality
asleep a night, or for eternity
dreamt two forever horses made a third
although Apollo’s bane came to begird
and Triple Crown dreams soon became absurd
one August day made dreams reality
he carried hopes that he would duplicate
but never came back to the starting gate
a scintillating start: no guarantee
on this December day his legacy
now rests in faith that his rich family tree
takes root to flourish in the Sunshine state
Love your posts and a great poem here-so I am certainly not coming at you…but Banke’s blatant silence on this horse was selfish and harsh to all of his fans. Something that the real Jess would have never done. Shame.