exit ride

she looked at her watch, it was a half past the dawn

a frenzied ride through the chrome and glass jungle

her impulse was being late, to hit the parking brake

to jump into the middle of the passing lane

instead she let her mind to dream and soon forgot the noise

she drove in auto mode through the traffic zones

lost she was in garden groves in midst of tropic trees on sandy shore

she looked into the deep blue sea and fed her hungry eyes in waves

its scents of salt and jellyfish, its cold, its ocean's breeze

the crabs playing near anemones, hiding snails in their folds

the toll of bridge and rushing wheels,

swerving curves and honking horns

human sea of stoic faces behind every windshield screen

those twists and turns like melting wax in erratic feels

her mental bends made her scream internally

she pulled off the next nearest ramp

abandoned her cramp of metal bubble steed 

she called her son to pick her up

her racing heart with broiling skin, jaded struck

hiding ozone air in spoiled brownish clouds

in LA's southmost latitude made her lungs to sear 

he picked her up in a 7 eleven,

drove her to the LA X

there she boarded the last departure

next nearest flight to the Galapagos