The last taxi cab on earth
glides past without any help
& breathes
through crystal sac
Air in flukes or
upside down water
in a glass
Where we come from
Sliding paper doors reveal repeating mountains clouding against the western sky
Busses are re-routed
using a feedback loop that also effects
the real ferns & rain
I was loved & looked out the window through rain and kids
Orange roe
connected by telephone & span
picks up passengers for free
& drops them downtown
Mica in coral
A replacement shoal parked along the curb
Copyright © 2019 by Michael Dickman. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 17, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.