driving

in the backseat

(so riding

i suppose)

watching

out the window

i treat

like a movie

with the frame

of the window

as the borders

of the screen

—or a gallery

sitting in

the same chair

staring at

the same picture

that changes

expect that

the picture

is really real

and if you opened

the car door

(once the car

has stopped,

of course)

you could step out

and be born

all of a sudden

into any picture

that just moments

was only painted

on your window