Convertible

Conspicuous

In the dense stream of hard-tops

No doubt headed for a road with

Fewer stops

Where a free wind will coax an eddy

From his silver hair

And time will drift behind the

Altered chords of a Steely Dan song.

A new world's guileless

Reflection

In his aviator shades

The summer sun invites us too

Out of our air conditioned

Cocoons

As we stare out of our practical windows

Amid the stirring of our soul's

Envious wings