DAY 7 ~ DRIVING TO SIBERIA

DRIVING TO SIBERIA

A sufficiency of living gleams

in her faded blue eyes,

old virtues fluttering.

She prepares to write,

ideas popping like

soapy bubbles.

A wondrous variety
of choices explode, 

then her train of thought

is abruptly interrupted.

Words are lost almost as soon 

as she finds them.

Feeling old, she won't

know who she is

until she gets there.

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