A TAXI DRIVER:
A taxi driver on foot in sunlit frost talks about Spain
& time-share. He’d go there if he had the money, one day.
He runs friends from the sun to-&-from airports, passing
through, arriving, always leaving. Dressed in Black he
calls my name, shakes my hand, smiles & leaves.
(K)
Sometimes
It’s
The
Small
Things*
Everyone needs dream and aspirations.