I drove up behind her and saw a cloud in her car,
Not smoke from a cigarette,
Or a malfunctioning air conditioner,
But a billowy white cloud
Hovering in the back of her suv.
I decided to follow her,
But I didn’t have to go far
To see it grow cumulonimbus-like
And burst out for the world to see,
Towering above the traffic light,
Lightning up her car.
I drove up behind her and saw a piece of the sun,
Not a spot light flashing back at me,
Or an interior light from the ceiling,
But the brilliant sun,
Radiating out of her suv,
Taking a left when I went straight through.
It had to be a nugget from the sun,
But where is this coming from?
And how can I get in on it too?
Has anyone grabbed the moon?
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Categories: Poetry, Selection: 2010 - 2015
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