My Dad and the Racing Perspective—
Valentina
My Dad and the Racing Perspective of Life
Zoom! The lemon yellow radical goes five hundred miles per hour,
He pivots the mars black steering wheel around and around like it is an extension of his body,
His ears mute the whole world around him like nothing exists,
He only listens to his drumming heart and the engine revving like wild stallions,
In the corner of his eyes, the world around him comes flashing by,
His labrador brown eyes look straight ahead, concentrated on the lingering silver road,
He never eases up the pedal, he just feathers it and gazes forward,
He meticulously listens to the roaring troubling signs of the speeding Radical,
For a curve on the road, he taps the brakes, the brakes,
He decelerates, respires, and takes in all the thrill with a big pearly white smile,
While accelerating again, and again.