Objects May Appear

She sits on the side of the road~

arms wrapped around her knees,

head bent,

shoulders heaving.

The white Cadillac idles on a side street,

passenger door propped open~

the driver walks to the road,

steps gingerly towards her,

arms outstretched in supplication,

as they grow smaller

in my rearview mirror.

©annettealaine 2014

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Rosy Cole on Saturday, 27 September 2014 18:27

Destinies bypassed. Multiple realities impinging on ours, reforming us. A chance glance will have its effect upon our future and may even (unsuspected) alter the course of our path.

Intriguing enough to set the imagination spinning!

Thanks, Annette.

Destinies bypassed. Multiple realities impinging on ours, reforming us. A chance glance will have its effect upon our future and may even (unsuspected) alter the course of our path. Intriguing enough to set the imagination spinning! Thanks, Annette.
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