Racer

 

Tell me something different

Tell me what the world has forgotten

Tell me where you have been, what secret

places touched your long and fluid belly,

what dark mysteries drew you to the hole

where I found you

 

But of course, I didn’t find you –

you allowed my presence so I could

look into your eyes and wonder how

the plates of your skin were constructed –

no welds that I could see

 

You allowed me your image, the one

I didn’t ask for, but the one you granted me

so that I might shout the glory of

of your yellow lightning