Joggers

Their firm young rumps

Moved together

In sequence

As they ran past me

On the sidewalk.

They both had

Their hair

In ponytails

One dark

One blonde 

That moved back and forth

In slow even tandem.

In fact

Really looking like

The pendulum tails

Of two muscular horses

Running off 

Into the distance

Ahead of me

Only to turn a corner

And disappear.

Two well-built

Thoroughbreds

Jogging to the finish.

I wasn’t at the gate.

I was in the crowd.

They were just passing by

And I’d have to be strong-armed

Into placing my money

On either one of them.

They were both winners.