by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Crossed oceans
and valleys
peering out
at the not-yet-
encountered
detractors
as purveyors
of strictly nomadic
wayfaring
hackneyed
and played out
but no matter
like unapologetic
infatuation
for snoring
passengers
inexorably dreaming
along rural backwaters
heralded at predawn
spinning off
without second thoughts
in lieu of posh resorts
reeking of boredom
from international airports
whisked off to dilapidated
cabins in remotest Alaska
caught napping
during ill-conceived
secrecy
for the extremely naïve
beaming
with trivialized psyches
seemingly so
much more
innocent abroad
after nodding off
without warning,
"Wake up
Little Suzy
Wake up" ...
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