The beautiful dark woman got into the shared Lyft apologizing for making us go downtown.
I live downtown.
Her business jacket had been left somewhere. But she buckled the seatbelt across the lap of her dark grey trousers.
Really, I never go there she said dark hair swishing.
Okay thanks. I thought. Then I tuned them both out and sat quietly in the backseat.
The beautiful woman and the driver talked a bit until we were about halfway. It seemed halfway.
Then suddenly the dark-haired businesswoman began to chatter like a broken android from a 70's tv show.
Did the driver notice? I looked to see as the disjointed communication continued. It was getting louder and garbled.
Try to change the subject please? And the driver did.
The robot-like chatter slowed. And then we were at her stop. She got out talking normally...
But she was a short, blonde woman in jeans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the story poem and considering the many possibilities! 5*****