The Road

The Road

Rare rain had been scrubbing, the concrete all day,
Tempest made pools, wax and wane by the way.
The sun between clouds, boils shoulder clay,
And the road said "Come-on, here the big boys play."

Straight as a rifle-shot, between desert oases,
Pass monotonous scenes, that do not change faces.
Was built for the speed, of other times and places,
Wring out machines, and put them through paces.

Came antique steeds, roaring to the foray,
Displaying the art, of reclaimed past glory.
Tweaked and petted, proud and not sorry,
For the last ounce of power, compete is their story,

Reliving past dreams, some losses regrettable,
Of racing victories, and feats incredible.
Accolades from crowds, for records obtainable,
Despite silvered hair, makes aging forgettable.

Only a touch, over limits of integrity,
Cause the axel to separate, and break free.
Forces too great, for the three wheels that be,
Alter the course, and the car's trajectory.

Machines and bodies, once tuned to precision,
Indifference to reality, cloud the decision.
Through age and abuse, that limits the vision,
Retarded reactions, can't avoid the collision.

Loss of machines, and a piece of antiquity,
Loss of the drivers, seeking thrill and ecstasy.
But the road lingers on, hiding its history,
As the road of mystery, straight into fantasy.

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