The Ride This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

July 2, 2010
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It is as if everything is moving
past me as I sit.
Quick glimpse at a tree,
And soon it is history.
Brief look at a shop,
until it flies behind.
Children toddling
Mothers dragging
Impossibly fast
openings and closings
Pigeons cooing
Laughing, begging, mumbling, shouting
And I sit in my seat staring
The eavesdropper, spy, the pointer and chuckler
As the yellow vehicle halts to a stop
I say farewell to all I have passed, encountered and pointed at.
All of the things that I would never see the same way again
A movie
except for one difference,
there is no remote control.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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