legs dangle over cars passing by
swinging, meandering thoughts switching
from birds to planes to semis
there ain't much to life when the room
is all you see but getting out releases
much needed exuberance
the verdant plains stained eyes
the passing cars waved
what is that kid doing up there?
they must have wondered
i really hope they did
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
