When the car drove into the driveway
she was on the walkway.
When the car stopped
she had arrived at the front door.
When the engine turned off
she fumbled for her keys.
When the driver’s door opened
she suddenly squinted.
When the driver’s door slammed shut,
she looked up into the sky.
Startled by the vision,
she looked back into her bag.
When the vision disappeared
she turned her key and went inside,
leaving the passenger seat
full of unripe fruit still
hanging from the past.
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