Thursday, June 17, 2010

poem 103

She looks to the rear view mirror,
savoring the evening's sunset
while completely ignoring the storm that lies a head of her.
She ignores the rumble of the thunder
the flash of lightning
the pounding of rain
all ahead of her,
instead drowning the noise with loud music
and the flash with visions of a brighter tomorrow.


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