the sky rolled onto the horizon
the narrowing road disappeared into it
if i kept driving i will ride into the sky

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the sky spread above me like a dark blanket
if i should jump up i would fall into it
the stars will swim around my ankles
alight in a watery glow

The Old Woman Inside

I feel on sunny days, through the lighted trees, she tends to feel particularly happy. I look up and glance through the dancing branches to the sound of Mozart Sonata No. 8 in A minor, a lovely piece, jumpy and upbeat. She feels thrilled, I can feel it in my chest.

She enjoys the quiet evenings as well when I play jazz in the background while studying about numbers and policies.

When I feel inclined to meet my friends outside where the loud music and flashing lights are, she is quite unhappy and reclusive. But it doesn’t last long for in a moment or two, I am back in my dimly lit room with a soulful tune and short story in hand. She can read for hours, the old woman, and I do enjoy her company a great deal.