The girls sat next to the window.
They had curtains wrapped around their seats,
so no one will know they were there.

Warm breeze blew over,
they giggled.
Hair reached out of the window frame.
She stepped inside.
The looked at her, said no,
we are sharing information.
I thought you were smoking.
In fact we are.

Her eyes stare to the houses countless blocks away
until the flat layout vanishes towards the horizon,
amplifying the eye’s imagination,
diminishing her sense of self.
She was fascinated by the rhythm.

Soon she was shadowed
by another great work of art.

Her sight blurred
by the sweet smell
of sugary strawberry coming from her mouth.