Poetry About Drag Racing

Engines shake the evening through the stands. Two cars wait bright beneath the starting tree. Amber, amber, green: the night releases them. Seconds narrow into engine, grip, and nerve. The finish flashes before thought can catch it. Speed leaves thunder where the road looks still.

Look again from the quieter edge. Two cars wait bright beneath the starting tree. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Seconds narrow into engine, grip, and nerve. Attention loosens the first easy answer. Speed leaves thunder where the road looks still.

Engines shake the evening through the stands. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Amber, amber, green: the night releases them. It returns us to engines, acceleration, competition, risk, precision, and the brief straight line where speed is measured. The finish flashes before thought can catch it. The day continues with a more attentive heart.