Gliding along the smooth
concrete highway, the black
surface covered with rippling
bands of dry swirling snow,
the first of the season.
These ripples mimic,
I swear, the waves of the sea.
My car is a boat sailing
with purpose to a new land
where dreams defy reason.
Posted by: Jivani Lisa | January 6, 2016
Sailing
Posted in Poetry
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