Sitting in the streetcar
on the way to work
one morning,
watching the night
slowly recede from the city,
my mind wandered,
as it often does,
to a place just this side of consciousness.
Ephemeral scenes
of hot and humid climes
with sandy beaches of gold and ochre,
of European cafes with green umbrellas
during fragrant spring
flit before my eyes.
Anyplace and everyplace
that fosters
my scribbles and scrawls.
Anywhere and everywhere
but here
on this slow ride
to a cubicle facing nowhere.

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Response to the Daily Prompt: Work