imagination is a great thing
and us we have more than
the average bear - it stems
from our childhood: and our
time we had no control: i’ve
learned to contain it: i only
allow it out while i drive: my
hands on the wheel and my
mind concocting a thousand
possibilities: i’ve died a million
plus: we’ve had a million one
compilations: i lost a marriage
to my imagination: i drafted
you in such a car ride: the sun
rising: the case file sitting in my
trunk: tall,marine,hazel eyes,
not blue not green and def not
brown:engineer or computer
science, mechanical or electrical
didn’t really matter cuz i will
never try to understand it: and
now eight years later - it makes
me smile: laugh and cry as i stare
into each sunrise and my thought
is: yours should be as nice . . .my
imagination fills in our rest . . . .