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The Win


The Win was a gallop of blood
from the trap of the heart
to the finishing tape of a vein,

a racing pulse up the straight of an arm,
a yell like a hat tossed high
in the sky, a shout like a starting-gun,

bang, was the number one of a fist
punching the air, the spinning fruit
of eyes in a jackpot head, cherry-red,

a champagne pop in the ears, three cheers
for the horse, the dog, full house, the roll
of the dice, the Win was nice, it was something.