Mistaken Ride
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Silent, still Monday morning, clouds filling
the sky overhead.
Trance-like qualities filling without, letting
imagination take whatever turns it prefers.
Riding down the 51, in a yellow cab, very late
for an appointment, because someone at the office
made a mistake, yet again.
Not knowing what the words, 'high priority' meant.
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