Here i am
in front seat
foot upon wheel
knees bent
slouched
the windows of the two door cracked
wind worries by
rushed along by condo skyline
car double parked in
i find no reflection in the endless
glass house line
i watch for cars running through me or bodies or lines
maybe i'm no longer here?
maybe i'm immovable
maybe i'm the gray sky
maybe it's just sunday afternoon.
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