Racing
by Andrew Sharp

Christmas morning
We opened the box.
A little toy race car
Bright orange
With a giant 20 on the side
And a bunch of little gears underneath.

We built a racetrack in the living room
Full of giant loops,
Sharp turns,
Huge ramps.

I drove the car around that track
For hours
Lost in my own little world
Racing around the track
As fast as I could
Just me and the car.

That car hasn’t been used in years.
I see it sometimes
Lying around on a shelf
Remembering racing
Waiting
To race again.