Ride


Which direction would you like to go today?
I'm your driver and I'm waiting by the curb.

If the weather's fine,
We could climb a mountain trail—

Or perhaps you'd rather take a twilight drive
Along the sun-steeped coastal highway...

Gliding by grand mansions of the proud,
Sliding down dark canyons
Made of concrete and cold steel

To the heart of our inhabited domain.

We could rise up in a see-through elevator
To wonder at the lights spread out below,

Then remember what it feels like
To appreciate the ordinary
When it wears a most extraordinary smile.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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