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.
Steven Federle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hear-the-cars-race/
