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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