today
in the car coming home
a girl in the lane
opposite
held her phone like
the sunbeams coming through the window
seemed
to become more musk than light
padding softly across the keys
painted
nails swiftly ghosting letters into words
the sense of longing
thick in the lense of the air
as everyone, accelerates homeward.
Sunshine
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Feb 19, 2011
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