Thursday, November 29, 2012

B is for Cab Confessions

eyes FRONT!

i didn't want you to think 
what i thought you'd think
i'd be thinking you thought.

i didn't... 
i didn't want you to believe i was staring at your nature 
instead of AT nature 
grass. dust. chromosomes... you nah. you.

so i keep these eyes
on the hectic horde of gas guzzlers, 
who honk because "they're too blessed to be stressed" 
instead of stopping to witness nature's sites
and oh! what a sight...
as seen from inside the taxi, through quick hurried glances.

eyes FRONT!

tracy j h

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