Back seat dreams
fill her contemplative mind
as lives go by in a blur,
She sees the world as
a kaleidoscope of poetry,
the stubby old man hobbling
down fifth avenue, a troll,
the little girl on the corner
with an oversize lollipop
a fairy, with a magic wand,
She wishes that the wand
would make her drive less bland,
A cute guy on a Schwinn
becomes her next husband,
at the tail end of a long train,
she's still kissing him,
and then the tracks are crossed,
the rumble bumple of its rails
bring her back to the drab.
But soon she is home,
old familiar rooms
encase her in a secured box,
that her mind escapes from
every once in a while,
as she composes a poem.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
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