September / October 2014
9
Something Wicked THIS WAY COMES
From its cave it grumbles, breathing life into its turbo-charged lungs. The sonic
rhythm of almost 300 horses echoes from within. The neighbor pauses while tending
to his lawn, half upset with the sound and half wishing he was causing the ruckus.
Muscles ready to be stretched push forward releasing the steady rhythm into what
was a sleepy Saturday morning neighborhood. Around tight corners it snakes. The
steady grumble changes to a rising and falling of a singular note of compressed air.
It's hungry ... for asphalt, gas and speed.
