Cars Fly By While A Little Boy Dreams Of Other WorldsWe sit side by side
on his colored comforter and
out the window into the dark
"the cars pass by in patterns," he whispers
quietly we watch their dance as
the headlights flicker across Mass Ave
each to its own destination...
I tell him that within each car
there is a special story.
His eyes open wide
with wonder - how big the universe
is beyond his own little world - before
drifting off to sleep.