MIDNIGHT MEMORIES

Midnight.
Ghostly shapes arise.
Wispy forms,
as solid as the wind.

Memories.
Lost names recalled to life.
Phantom cars,
rumble back into being.

Forgotten.
Crowds gather in hazy stands.
Drivers and crews,
move in remembered motions.

Newcomers.
Looking for a ride.
Out of place,
needing a friendly word.

Yearning.
Acceptance comes with a sigh.
"Welcome, guys!"
voices gather them in.

Gone.
The race is run.
The night fades into memory,
going back to shadow.

Champions.
Wait for midnight, once more.
When they race,
for the dawn, again.

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