Michael Mira

(08/04/1987)

Yellow Cab


Yellow cab, take me away
to a freshly born day,
or at least far enough
from the war-ravaged
pastures where petunias
have turned into tar.

Yellow cab, go the extra mile,
beyond the flood of smoke
that submerged the Financial District.

Yellow cab, push out your wings
and fly me to a nebula
that I can claim as my own,
or maybe to an abandoned planet
where I can rest my aching bones.

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

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I wrote this in the back of a cab while stuck in 5 o'clock traffic.

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