Wayfarer sunglasses

Wayfarer sunglasses, forest rich eyes squinting in the sunlight.

Hands in pockets, smile to the side.

Ray of sunshine, the reason for sentiment in life.

Taxi Driver, pause on the red light.

Climb over the seat, illegal crime.

No one saw because only we have eyes.

Five dollars a mile, I only want a ride.

You and me, a vacant road, beads of a summer cough.

Lemon tree in the backyard, toilet paper spread over the lawn.

Dreams and aspirations, you can be anything you want.

Memory and images, they will stay in my heart.

March 2, 2011.

Author's Note

This is pretty personal. So if its vague its because I am writing directly about a certain memory.

Reviews

[JanuaryDreamer♥]

Nice X)

[Antonio Valentino]

Sheesh thats some kind of different taxi drivers in your neighborhood!!

lol

I really enjoyed this. You're writing keeps surprising me.
Antonio :)

[Damon Favreau]

It was as if I were you in this work of art...dazzeling :))

[trainwreck]

This was intense in a quiet and soft way. Great job!

One word is enough to recall a memory. well written.

[Aven]

It almost went too fast for me, I couldn't find a direct relation between the lines, but at the same time they seemed to fit together in an almost eerie way... Makes sense that it comes from a memory... Amazing write!

[Calypso]

Nice. This reminds me of my cousin. Very sunshiny poem.

[Hannah]

Impressive this leaves the the reader to imagine.

[iamkim]

I can feel the emotions behind the lines. Good job!

[Midnight_Mystery]

nice write vague or not :)