(original version of quadrille edited for IPA reading)
saturday nights
Dad took us to
stock car races
we held our breath
at figure-8’s,
and cracked
sunflower seeds
till our lips numbed
vacation stop at
Indianapolis for
Indy racetrack tour:
our family waited at
famous light tower
for bus driver to
announce,“Gentlemen,
start your engines!”
brother collected
Hot Wheels, we
raced loop-de-loop
but Mom was relieved
when he did not
put spoiler on first car
or follow dream of
Nascar driving career
a poem in my pocket 