Steel skeletons,
Scales of carbon grace
These day-bright dragons
Have geology’s patience
As they rest in squat-mode
They preen and purr at
One another, at shadow-clones.
Then, launched by a flash,
They growl orange and white,
Green and monster-black
By the first split-second corner.
In this fierce black-top fandango,
Sitting on the shoulders of every bend
Nike’s endorphin angels
Are urging you on.
Defiant speed and dare-jester balance
Are appropriate respect for tradition’s heroes
And the tomorrow-champions.
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