Fingers crossed to wonder if a turnaround,
Preference being forever on stock over bond,
Desire being held on indexes never drowning.
On way home appreciating sun rays shining,
In the shortcut route avoiding jammed crowd,
Dozens cars slowly moving on Filbert Road,
She in front staring me through rearview smiling.
Was she flattering me because of my coolness?
Or was she trying to tell me life not being so fast?
She anyway barely moving Prius to keep me stuck.
The Beauty turning before 7-11 onto a narrowness,
Emotion almost driving me to chase her like a Beast,
Dreaming to ride with her on the bike in dark.
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