Racing
racing
burning rubber
smoke rolling from hot slicks
watching the track, at starting line
signals turning from red, yellow, then green
engine revved up, dumping the clutch
leg shaking, tires squalling
quickest wins first
racing
Copyright © Dixie Fallin | Year Posted 2011
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