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The sporty convertible

darts in and out of traffic

like a hummingbird.

It’s green color

shimmering iridescent

in the sun.

Then a cherry red

vintage VW approaches,

reminiscent of a ladybug

flying her way home.

And a truck’s lost retread—

called an alligator

for its resemblance

to that creature—

lies curled on the side of the road.

Inanimate things

suddenly alive and enormous—

what if these imaginative

fleets of fancy come true?

Would it be a fantastical dream,

or a nightmare?

Only the dreamer knows....


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