It was a stampede of wheels

into a darkness

thick as sand.

The temperature sprayed heat

long past the drop

of sun.

Engines like the coyote’s scream

bring on chills.

The cars race to a spot

just beyond the edge of


Wild songs dance with air.

Bottle tops rain onto


where rubber burns with hell.

Everyone’s a mustang

saddled to a wheel.

Flash and speed

is the unchained beast.


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