I see her driving the minivan
Gray, unwashed,
Her daughter in the front seat
Putting her hair up…
Face seemed pale in the starlight,
annoyed by a kiss of wind,
holding on to the damp grass,
dead words overflowed from her eyes…
Predatory elements kept to bare minimum,
everyone vaccinated against painful sin.
Those purple mountains sprouting spritely,
what’s seen also heard in a mind’s eye…
Sinister stranger,
Sitting on the train;
Why do you smile so?
I saw your stare…