Passenger Seat Observatory - Poem by nathan martin
surrounding objects each with distinct names
dizzy and blurred.
consumating witnesses in a pair of
windshield wipers washing away the rain.
your head turned to the right slightly
the rocks and trees lower and
draw so very close.
but you are somwhere else.
your belt buckeled form fastened
to the seat wanders down the
how you drift through the lanes
so quick and so quiet.
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