Deserted derbies attended by pathetic deadlocked gloomy attendants
Paths overgrown and lined with sun-faded race cars
Attacked by rustic orange growth
Silence replaces children’s laughter, the revving of engines
and screams of excitement
The attendant sighs thinking how he used to hate the call
Of having to pull a child’s car back on track
A tear chokes behind his eye
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