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Not a Speedway
not a speedway
And yet they are racing
at a hundred miles or more
Down Interstate 635 in Kansas City
I hear them way before I realize what they are
Two race cars. One orange and green
The other purple and black, low and fast.
They are racing on both sides of me.
Sounding like whirring humming bees.
They tear past
I figure they will kill someone without dog ears
Tail lights in three lanes light up
I slow down, expecting to see body parts.
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Caren Krutsinger
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