Atlas Sighed…Personification for Gather Writing Essentials, April, 29,2012
I waited for a ride with obscurity at the taxi stand
My shoes were having a heat stroke and in need of a moisturizer
And my billfold was starving for a lunch at Sardis
The street pulsed with unkindness like a stranger’s glance
Suddenly a gust of wind whispered in my ear
And I knew I had reached the end of some assignment
The cab approached like a yellow hearse coming for a corpse
As we left, the cab shuddered and moaned with fatigue
Like it was on its last legs and needed a rest
“Where to”? barked the overworked cabbie in a middle-eastern voice
“I want to watch the trees breathe and hear a babbling brook”
I need to reach Nirvana before the sun collapses with fatigue”
The cabbie said, “Hold on, this cab is a chariot of the gods”
Like the shadow of a cheetah we accelerated into the abyss
As we passed the moon, it winked with a sly grin
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