I feel the need for speed;
scant traffic, no cops.
Floor now my ready heavy foot.
I’m a teenager again,
whooping and hollering,
no warning lights in my freewheeling way.
Then,
fear rides inside my heart,
its white knuckles upon my mind.
Panting as if I had been running,
I peer at a now danger filled highway,
driving much too slow....
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