255. DRIVING TO SIBERIA

 


255.


DRIVING TO SIBERIA
A sufficiency of living gleams
in her pale 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 interrupted, again.
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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