a glittery speck of sun
winked through lacy trees,
condensing clouds in the backseat.
another world layered on ours—
where cars hover,
and asphalt floats.

as a child, i pressed against the glass
framed in heavy, dark oak.
hours dissolved into the silver coating
whispering to the girl inside.
she wore her hair cropped short,
kept her candy in the open,
and spoke in thunder.

years blurred the glass,
until this afternoon—
loading grocery bags into the van,
the rear window swallowed the sky.

trapped in the glass,
the clouds drifted,
and a familiar shadow smiled.

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12/100
For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.