Taxi Video Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taxi Video



Riding along, looking up at trees, watching them flail,
dance and move to the tempo of the taxi.
Morning sun shining on palm fronds, causing them to
glisten and shimmer in gowns of natural beauty.
Knowing trees are not moving, it's just
me riding along in a taxi, making me move like in a
video.

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