they stand at the bus stop
on a cold morning
icy breath escapes their lips
as they wait for the bus
she closes her eyes to imagine
she is someplace else
a warm beach lounging
under palm trees sipping
ice cold cocktails until sunsets
- Written for dVerse Quadrille: Come play with me!
Sometimes imagining, is the only way to escape the cold. For us, we're blessed we could simply board a plane on January 4 and leave Boston's winter behind. Thanks for posting to the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lillian.
DeleteI love your poem of escaping in the moment. It is a good way to help make it through the day!
ReplyDeleteThank you Dwight.
DeleteReminds me of those old, "Calgon, take me away!" commercials. She's found a magic carpet in her mind :)
ReplyDeleteHaha. Thanks JadeLi.
Deletei right there in that bus q imagining
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading.
DeleteThe easiest and best ways to escape the cold – in a poem, a story, and the imagination.
ReplyDeleteTrue. Thanks Kim.
DeleteImagining is a great way to escape
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Thanks for reading.
DeleteA wonderful imagining.
ReplyDeleteThank you Melissa.
DeleteImagining does offer escape! Nice one, Arcadia.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading.
DeleteI love where this took you. I am doing the same too, somewhere warm and sunny.
ReplyDeleteThank you Grace.
DeleteImagining is indeed the only way to escape sometimes, and you've described that feeling beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kim.
DeleteThere's no place you can't reach in your imagination!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading.
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