The Race - Or
Racing your automobile in the rain.
Clouds overhead and the streets are all slick.
Spacing yourself, staying right in your lane.
Crowds all around wond’ring what makes you tick.
Pacing’s important but drives you insane.
How do you think you’ll accomplish this trick?
First place would mean more than you comprehend.
Worst case scenario: a fiery end.
5/31/19
Rima Ottava Poetry Contest
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