I Hear The Cars Race Poem by Steven Federle
I Hear The Cars Race
I hear the cars race.
On the still night streets I hear it,
the rush of combustion, confusion of speed.
Power can slip through young fingers
like the leather leash of a big dog,
slashing tender hands.
I pray that they can hold on
or the beast will surely turn
and crush them
howling
like a
freight-train.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
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