Wild Ride
Palindromes
One of our wildest, most memorable family sagas
involved my reckless brother, a racecar, a warm
spring day, and a non-adventurer, me. I warned, “Pop
said stay home today and mow.” “Sometimes Pa’s a sap”!
he scoffed. “When I race, I always win top spot—safely,”
he boasted. I wondered about the stats on car racing
and wrecks? I strongly suspected kayak racing was safer,
but I got in! He practically deified his souped-up coup
with a near-prayer: "Race fast, safe car!" When we raced his
rivals, my terror level was 12--on a scale of 10.
Was it a cat I saw almost lose one of its nine lives
as every tenet of sanity was abandoned?
Later, he bragged, “Now I won fair and square, Brother.
Name now one man who’s better. Stop shaking! You’re fine!”
I said, “Oh, I am? Refer to the huge wet spot on my seat!”
Date: September 21, 2018
Contest Title: Playing with Words under Fire
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Date: April 23, 2020
entered in Wild Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
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