Race Day At Henderson

Debbie Aruta
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read
Photo by Me

Bald black tires go rolling by, piles of them by every car.
You hear the impact gun, then, “Get the slicks on.”
The pavements blurry; the intense sun,
Oily suntan lotion on their skin; the grease dripping off.

Tech check is over; cars in a line, exhaust fill the air;
cone killers all around; they can’t seem to hit just one.
“I never hit cones; well…

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Debbie Aruta

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