N.C.G.

She collects every
moment and laugh
they share and spreads them out
like paper cranes
on the hot leather seats,
on top of the dash
and she watches them dance
as she stops and goes
in traffic.

She giggles to herself
while everyone is carrying
dragged out honks and frustration
because she’s amazed
by how the mere thought of him
has managed to cure
the case of the Mondays.

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