I have a poem in the current issue of PA’s Poetic Voices. Here is the poem:

MUDDER

I got 20 to 1
on that donkey—
Muddy Waters,
who hadn’t placed
in three years
and is rapidly
heading to gluetown.

It was my last five
and I’d have to hit
a buddy up for carfare.
Before that last race of the night,
clouds came
in from nowhere,
and it rained.

Not any rain,
but a rain that would’ve had
Noah crowing, “told you so.”
The track turned to mud
gooey, sticky mud,
and my donkey
won going away.