Around the barrel, swift and bright,
Horse and rider carved the night.
The crowd saw speed, the dust saw art,
The barrel just hoped they'd miss its heart.
Hooves whispered, "Hold on," as they slid through the turn,
While gravity watched with professional concern.
For every great run at the rodeo track
Is a polite argument with physics—and usually talks it back
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Leica 70-200mm f2.8-4
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