Tuesday 27 November 2018

Traveler

A passenger she is,
in distinctive alleyways
and corridors of secret mirror.

A traveler she is,
amid paint stains
and tunes that steer her.

From airplanes that sally,
people, vehicles and thoughts below-
awfully petty.

A traveler she is,
and she knows the vacation is,
bizarrely temporary.
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