write poems for all the places I find

Race programs rustle
As intense eyes inspect figures and facts.

Spanish conversation floats lazily
On still Texas air.

A tinny bugle call heralds the arrival
Of eager horses to dusty track.

The buzzing chime of the starting bell
Authorizes the chase.

Galloping hooves rumble the earth
While gruff cheers
And muffled announcers
Abandon their own reality
Swiftly swept
Into a horse’s quest
For the race
For the finish.

The newly minted downtown
Just north of town
Is a cliché city
That intoxicates with retail elixir
And panhandler-free streets.

Come to live, to work, to buy
A master-planned life
Surrounded with art
And manufactured beauty.

Beauty that lines the streets
That have no soul.