i can see the freeway
from where i sit.
at the computer
in my kitchen
i can see
hundreds of greens.
the plants shine
bright their chlorphyl.
a fish-tailing flag
in the distance.
which im almost certain
belongs to the
RV sales lot
near the freeway.
dozens of, off white
boxes, begging to be
lived in, if just for
a weekend.
like so many girls,
i wish i new.
cars pass on the street
in front of my place.
the drivers are
usually visable
from my angle,
and i spy a glance
of thier lives as
they pass.
and sometimes i wonder
where they're going.
but usually i dont.
the moment has passed.

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