7000 RPM

We hit 7000 and wait
Shelby's ghost whispering
this time... this time it's fate

as wind rattles dirges on the doors
we, who fill the night sky like wild spores
the blisters in the night
children born of the fight
always looking towards that distant light
we pray
as our car becomes a kite

7000 and the race is done
Shelby's ghost as always
sitting shotgun

for one last run
Shelby and his Sprite
that wright, who dared dance beneath
a midnight sun
who dared it all
and won


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02/02/2023

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