Slice of Life

Ride-share, Rendezvous, and Reflections

Windows metaled, rubberized layered glass

Reflection shown appearing further away than actuality

Sun kissed, humid summer heat’s winds rustling wavy locks

Glaring tempered glass off her Prada glasses, shielding breeze’s detritus

Engine’s steady pulse neath’ driver’s manicured pink pedaled feet

Tuned to sounds, creaks, pressures passing, traffics unpredictability

Ride Share’s favorite sucker, pleasing the people with sincerity

Miles by hundreds of thousand traveled, souls met in ten thousand’s grasp

Sights new and old, discovered, lost to time, rediscovered

Words spoken, prayers given, stories played and write large

Tires four, treaded road with rump resting on gray Subaru’s seat

Some rides accepted, others not, profit weighing against principle

Mercenary in the extreme, monetizing interpersonal interactions

Phone mounted left of central console, screens, routes, rates, and ratings

Stars the measure of worth and the rate of financial compensation

Support guaranteed to be abysmal and anger inducing

Drinks spilled, fries dropped, phones forgotten, and even a putty knife

Rear passenger side occupied exclusively,

Creating ripples of people past

Haunting every moment whilst driving

I see echoes of their comings and goings,

Ghosts given permanent residence in rear right seat

Legacy’s limited rest

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