I rode shotgun
the taxi driver dashed inbetween two buses
clipped his side mirror
nonchalantly he adjusted with the touch of a button
I survived
the rumors of crazy drivers are true and I am not disappointed
I am not fully functioning- not enough sleep
what time is it? where are we? what's next?
waiting for dinner-
and wine
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I love the poetry! Keep your eyes and ears open sweetie! You are in for quite a ride...in more ways than one.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like the poetry because it may be awhile before I feel like myself (compose a complete thought).
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